Saturday, September 19, 2009

Through My Window

Through my window a cool breeze does caress,
Night become longer as day becomes less,
Through my window I hear geese cry;
Synchronized, through the air they fly,
Through my window a sunset will glow,
Casting colors as it lays down low,
Through my window stars shimmer in the night,
While harvest fields bathe in moonlight.
Through my window Autumn leaves will play,
As Summer bows and bids "Good Day".
River-Rose

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