(The Celtic Halloween)
In the season leaves should love,
since it gives them leave to move
through the wind, towards the ground
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I move my hand and feel a touch a gift for her perpetual gaze. Very beautiful drafting shared in wise expression in this poem that amazes reader. Nice sharing...10
And leaves, like amber where she stays, A gift for the perpetual gaze. Lovely poem, attractive presentation....