The leaves are falling in those painful times where the trees are no longer bearing, it is cold outside, and yet, the moon shines so brightly upon the sand where it is, I sand. by day the sun moved upon on the land in a gentle kind of way, almost as if it was saying everything is going to be okay. This got my emotions built up a little stronger, so I can teach a little longer, yet, along the way of what seemed to be a good day, started slipping from me.
- Judy Emery © 2016
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE
FantasyThis is another poem book of poems of the past.
