Autumn

Last night I had a dream about yesterday.
Quiet glances transfixed on hopes of a new season.
Cool breezes usher down the masses from Heavens perch, and they sing in mute voices. Opening our hearts to change
blanketing us from the cold days ahead. 

There is a promise in that stained glass spectrum which comforts your fallen tears.
A transparency that fortells their resurrection will come;solidifying the trials that lay ahead, are not battles fought in vain.
©JDJ

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