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September The First.
Today
September sleeps...
Her sighs, soft as an
eyelash sweep
bare no voice to
stir the leaves,
time drifts on
somnolent,
silent.
Today
September sleeps...
Her sighs, soft as an
eyelash sweep
bare no voice to
stir the leaves,
time drifts on
somnolent,
silent.
A Fine Piece Of Literature
This is amazing poetry - slc
Thank you Stella x
Thank you Stella x