Reverie.

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As golden leaves embraces the trees,

And golden rays caress her skin;

The autum breeze remembers peace;

She slowly breathes the silence in...

The shadows dance upon her face;

Like jealous gypsies passing by;

While clouds tell tales on ancient trails,

Across the soft September sky.

Into the blissful depths I fall;

No broken ground beneath my feet;

No angel here to heed my call;

Only the stillness - solemn; sweet...

Too soon, I know - I must return,

As memories drown in muddy streams,

But in this moments, brightly burnt!

And scorch my soul to dust and dreams.

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