As the night creeps(Poem)

Published November 13, 2012 by ladyserenity92

As the night creeps,

I see night owls talking to old friends.

As they make new ones.

Oh, the autumn air makes me shake.

Gold and orange leaves descend from the trees.

The sunset paints the sky a haze of purple.

 

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