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Autumn Breezes

Tags: love

Like a whisk of new morning.
Frost on the willows.
Poetically natures rises.
Autumn breezes
in her hair.

My Lady of the trellises.
Sashaying on marble stones.
A pathway to sensuality,
beneath the frozen dew.
She smiles golden halos.

Her gift to me proses
and words of tomorrows.
Like bedded spirits,
she whispers euphoria.
Kissing me with honey lips.

That which is love,
and scented with heaven,
cannot be overgrown, 
or misled by natures weeds.
Autumn breezes
in her hair.

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