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Holding Its Breath
A portrait of Autumn
and the cider mill
with a golden crisp
Autumn leaves
and aging whiskey
of wispy winds
falling leaves
of purple and gold
from a barren branch
holding its breath
of cinnamon-scented mist
and aging whiskey
and the cider mill
with a golden crisp
Autumn leaves
and aging whiskey
of wispy winds
falling leaves
of purple and gold
from a barren branch
holding its breath
of cinnamon-scented mist
and aging whiskey
Published 14th Jun 2022
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15th Jun 2022 00:31am
I can taste your poem, great job, love the descriptive way you have formed this
15th Jun 2022 00:52am
