I Write Poetry
For the week of October 17th
Under The Moon
It feels so much like magic
The aura being emitted from the moonlight
The chill of the crisp fall air
Casts a spell
Like a magical touch
As we hold hands
And dance among the fallen leaves.
Under The Moon
It feels so much like magic
The aura being emitted from the moonlight
The chill of the crisp fall air
Casts a spell
Like a magical touch
As we hold hands
And dance among the fallen leaves.