An Autumn Crush Read Count : 62

Category : Poems

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The cool, autumn air,

The sunshine against her hair,

A halo over this angels head.

The nights grow cold,

And it's her I hold,

No words need be said.

A star-filled night,

The bonfire light,

An autumn love is bred.

And when it's over,

The poems are sober,

As I lay alone in bed.



  • Very nice

    Nov 01, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Nov 01, 2019

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