Sunlight crisp in autumn winds, our walk brief,
familiar yet deluded, sad, glance ahead …
sweet memory lost
my own heart truly tested
quiet, walks away
Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.
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Sunlight crisp in autumn winds, our walk brief,
familiar yet deluded, sad, glance ahead …
sweet memory lost
my own heart truly tested
quiet, walks away
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