Word after word

autumn-dream

Poetry has a peculiar way

of saying so many things

to so few at times

but nothing can help those

who are blind.

An autumn dream

like words, disappears

into the unknown

until longing sets in

to read them again.

 

 

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Author: Rose

Poetry by Rose

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