A Crown of Glory

beyond the edge of fading light exists a world for which I yearn for when I arrive at…

love’s memories rattle in my attic filling today with yesterday’s static â™¥ two hearts visions still remain left…

the autumn chill speaks of a coming death arise and awake time to harvest and hope for needed…

Days drift while leaving; into the twilight evening; followed by the dark night; then mornings blessed light….

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