Autumn Path (tag poem, edited)
Life travels circle wise , and wisdom free
bombarding sense with sensitivity.
Despite all efforts , vision's are half seen
reality a half world, in between..
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So harvest comes again to warn the cold
chasing summer with it's windy hold
Paths we've walked but don't anticipate
seasons know the cycle... and will not wait.
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I'll hold last gasps of sweet October here
holding the breath within my hurried heart
I'll practice dancing with the golden leaves
pacing days as if I have no peace...
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One with the autumn sun and winters warning
paths of another chilly harvest morning
make me cry to a wayward thought of springs gone by
I find I exhale and some how..it's a sigh..
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