A young poet.!
So naive
with
pen
in
hand
Spilling
emotions
upon
a page
Autumn
leaves
turn to
gold
Catching
in the
wind
blow
away
Angel
flakes
of white
cover
the
ground,
creating
magic
Thoughts
of a
lifetime
surface
Secrets
of the
ages
come
into
play..
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Secrets of the ages come into play. Real encouragement for young poets.