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Autumn Secrets.
Silence not of the ear,
but the soul hangs like a
promise in the air.
In muted voice, bright
leaves whisper, as rain
drop's satin tears upon
the day, and every path
becomes a secret
waiting to be found.
Silence not of the ear,
but the soul hangs like a
promise in the air.
In muted voice, bright
leaves whisper, as rain
drop's satin tears upon
the day, and every path
becomes a secret
waiting to be found.
I love Autumn, and autumn
I love Autumn, and autumn poems. This one is superb!
Starward
Thank you so much Starward
Thank you so much Starward :-) Sue.
"...a secret waiting..."
Thanks for this post. Enjoyed the quiet - Lady A
I am so pleased you enjoyed
I am so pleased you enjoyed it, thank you Sue xx