Poem - AutumnS Hand by Curtis M. Joseph

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Curtis M. Joseph

Poems

- Lessening Times
- 1192 A.D.
- Amongst A Cry
- A DreamerS Quarrels
- 34Th Pier
- Red Fog
- Catching The Limits
- AutumnS Hand
- The Finish Line
- The Room
- Suddenly, And When You Know

AutumnS Hand
by Curtis M. Joseph

You are falling.
The wind is carrying you to the final resting place.
Drift you will that you will not tarry to yesterdays breeze.

Roll on the brownstones and cobbles of my doorstep.
In the empty recesses your voice will no longer be heard.
Children will dance in you; gracious they will be to play upon your dreams.

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