Soul,
it yearns to rest
among
the fallen leaves
and
gaze at
the sky
it once
glided, in St. Croix.
Soul,
it longs for treasures
left
behind
with the whispers
of breezes
so gone
by.
Soul,
just tired
after
a long summer
needs
a touch
of
autumn’s murmur.
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