September breeze- caress my body,
Falling glance- without a sound,
Hold me- in the arms of evening,
Cradled- in the warmth I’ve found,
In the twilight- all is stillness,
Cold and blue- the sun goes down,
Sing to me- in whispered solace,
Bury me- beneath the ground.
Falling glance- without a sound,
Hold me- in the arms of evening,
Cradled- in the warmth I’ve found,
In the twilight- all is stillness,
Cold and blue- the sun goes down,
Sing to me- in whispered solace,
Bury me- beneath the ground.
I like the way this poem feels
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