September Skies

Airless peace

Copper lamps burning across the water

Dancing moths stealing the dusk

Stars rise

Crimson furnace

Amber shards free the past

Memories disappear before my eyes

For September skies

Brings the hope of awakening grace.


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Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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