AUTUMN MORN:
The dark purple morn embraced the Moon pregnant with
promise & wisdom. I walked besides
the seashore listening to the gentle waves lapping ancient stones while
serenading the plaintive call of wistful terns paying homage to the day. Father
Sun kissed distant horizon inflaming the sky with his passion of scarlet and
purple, an orchestra of hues upon the day´s palette. We held hands in a silence
only broken by the fallen Autumn chestnut leaves under our feet, the breeze
just a whisper on our faces, & I felt blessed.
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