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Autumn dreams
Cool crisp breeze; caresses my face,
The leaves, the color of brown,
Golden brown eyes that stared into mine
A time left behind
A gentle smile
I wanted to stay for a while
I opened my eyes
There is no crisp breeze
For it was all a familiar dream
The leaves, the color of brown,
Golden brown eyes that stared into mine
A time left behind
A gentle smile
I wanted to stay for a while
I opened my eyes
There is no crisp breeze
For it was all a familiar dream
Published 1st Sep 2024
Author's Note
I had a familiar dream, thought I’d share it as it makes me think of fall
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