A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
Charcoal steps leading up.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves lift off
Until the day turns dark.
I’m trapped inside
A red swirl in the park.
The rain trickles.
The wind cackles.
I flee for safety
On raised hackles.
The path is gone.
Night has come too soon.
The path is gone.
Lost in the full moon.
SUSANNE LEIST 
Second poem I’ve read of yours today, and I just love them! The imagery is beautiful! I can see it so clearly in my head! X
Victoria | VictoriaaHelenn
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Thank you so much for your sweet words. I use poetry to practice my writing.
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