She's a world that has gotten drowsy,
Evolving face of autumn
Like gold then scarlet amber,
Like blood from beetle vein
At heart her core lacks action still,
She has this sort of stadium swell
A far & muffled roar on susurrate air ;
Which brings her round again
Her essence lay at kindred depth,
At onenesse with the fertile earth;
Where roiling life all seasons sways ,
She bows to nature's royal domain 💙
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A m o r a 💮
PoetryHello everyone ! These are the poems that I write in my free time .. Hope you like it :) #firstattempt! Voilà🎈
