Autumn speaks in gentle hymns
Melody glides just between the bass and the treble
Avian songstresses preen wholes and quarters
Flora nourishes what’s in the meadow
Though my voice is harsh trees and fauna disheveled
I sing a song of life for my child unsettled
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 8:54 AM UTC
Autumn speaks in gentle hymns
Melody glides just between the bass and the treble
Avian songstresses preen wholes and quarters
Flora nourishes what’s in the meadow
Though my voice is harsh trees and fauna disheveled
I sing a song of life for my child unsettled
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