AutumnA Poem by Kara McSweeney
The Sun
Drifted into twilight as, the wind breathed life into autumn. The trees whistled the song of fall as, The moon reflected off the stroll of evening.
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Added on November 8, 2017 Last Updated on November 8, 2017 Tags: Newburyport, Fall, Stroll |