Rhonda Trull Poems

Walking at dawn's break I felt
A touch of fall in mellow breeze;
A whiff of chill and azure skies,
Of goldenrod and scarlet leaves.
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Walking at dawn's break I felt
A touch of fall in morning breeze;
A hint of chill and azure skies,
Of goldenrod and scarlet leaves.
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Life is…
Sometimes messy and mundane;
Moments that border on the sublime
Followed in swift succession by
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