Speak, the Autumn Leaf
No wintery wind, my hands yet thin, do mold a festive glow. Within the lamp of life, there is no strife, my Autumn must now show. Tho' summer will come, from a fire so young, you know 'cause you're not dumb. My breath exhausts for you, spills out like morning dew, it's spring, my love is true. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Feb 25 2002 04:49 PM PST, Timothy G Cameron 0 • 8
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"No wintery wind, ..."