By Aaron MacLean
The moonlight glistens across the sky
as it intertwines in a dance with the night.
The wind bellows an Autumn tune
leaves ruffle seeing this dance so soon.
The chill in the air sighs a jealous wail
as it bites at flesh with envy but fails.
It is Autumn now I see again.
Feel the joy of my was and whens..
Full poem here.
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