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Yearly thought…



Hand picking her words
She harvested
Her Autumn’s thoughts with glee…
The yearly ritual
Could finally begin
She penned her best wishes
Across the wind.
She bowed to the sun
And bowed to the moon,
Folded the note
And nearly swooned.
She sealed the message
With a kiss,
Foolishly hoping for a miraculous
Hint of Fall bliss…
And tucked the note
Under his front door’s welcoming mat.
Wishing yesterday’s mistakes
Wouldn’t spell their whole past….

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