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An Asheville AutumnSunlight filters through the leafy green... pours its heart into the well of my own. I see you high on the mountain top listening to the heartbeat of the mountains. They pulse with the rhythm of two hearts and blossom with the colors of the leaves that yearn to be part of a change. Color and sunlight blend together and open a path through the soul. It is a portrait painted with you and I sketched into its colorful center. This Asheville Autumn our time to find what we have only expressed with our words and our humor. A Rose grows on the side of the road. You have taken in its rose essence and grafted the Rose into a new place. So, Rose and vine intertwine as the sunlight filters through the trees and pours itself into the promise of a new day, turning over a new leaf. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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