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THE CLOUDS MURMUR
The clouds murmur over the mountain
in a quite sanctuary of autumns rich colors.
A majestic glory to behold
on beautiful colored leaves
makes my heart sing.
Floating into a valley
not seen or felt by man
but only by fairies.
The setting sun all aglow
making the leaves that more beautiful
then they fade away
knowing tomorrow they will come out again
to play
in the wind song.
They echo of their being
the colors of orange, gold, and some green
cascading from the tree.
in a quite sanctuary of autumns rich colors.
A majestic glory to behold
on beautiful colored leaves
makes my heart sing.
Floating into a valley
not seen or felt by man
but only by fairies.
The setting sun all aglow
making the leaves that more beautiful
then they fade away
knowing tomorrow they will come out again
to play
in the wind song.
They echo of their being
the colors of orange, gold, and some green
cascading from the tree.
Published 19th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
19th Feb 2013 2:16pm
What a beautiful write. I can see myself surrounded by such beauty and peacfulness. :)
