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Autumn Days
An orange light
filters
through
my windowpane.
Leaves
that are streaked
gold,
greens,
oranges, and
blues.
They set ablaze
a room of glory
crowned with
myrtle,
twigs,
and,
hay.
Sealed in silence,
cool and quiet
the room
is
free of
mortal guilt.
Shut alone
with
dignity
and
purpose,
the light flows
in a forever stream.
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
Beautiful write. Lisa
- J -