Hand and hand we step out
On a transparent autumn morning
We walk to the silent beat
When you breathe in and I breathe out
We read the leaves in the open air season
You hold my hand, your touch is a story
I read you with fluency, not in your words
But in the lines on your face and between
the lashes of your eyes
We walk, crunching surrendered leaves
underfoot
And when the wind comes and blows summer
away
You lead me back to the place we know
So wait up
There’s so much to dream about
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All poems in this series are by me, and are copyright to me. Some are recent, most were written in the past few years.
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