Near September 24, 2017 / Under Beechwood Across the clouds and into dreams Along the wire carried by the wind Dancing autumn leaves tears of endearment Whispered over the seas to the land of my loves, ‘I am near’. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
The young foxes play in the fallen leaves We know that Autumn is here The sun peeps through the trees To brighten the duller days M LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Under BeechWood 
The young foxes play in the fallen leaves
We know that Autumn is here
The sun peeps through the trees
To brighten the duller days
M
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Lovely words Mary 🙂
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