Gentle
Breeze
‘Tis a clear fall day when the bright sun light
Exists without
the heat of summer’s lumens
And a gentle
northern cool breeze
Plays upon
the aging sense of numens
Eulogizing
the colors of autumn’s plight
While the
blades of grasses quiver with ease
Doth this not
define mother’s touch to please?
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