Charlotte Morgan Poems

I blow a gentle kiss goodbye to autumn
My eyes grateful for the feast it has fed me
The warm tones of golden hues and russet reds
Vibrant shades of orange and burnish browns
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You don't notice that first tiny spec of black that arrives in your mind
Undetected it multiplies, silently slaying all light as you struggle to comprehend
The feelings of sickness that awake you early morning, robbing the body of nourishment, the sudden tsunami of tears and this feeling that something is not right
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Let love shoot its arrow
Let it seal your fate
Trust in love to find you
Your one and only soul mate
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