Autumn
A Sonnet For Someone Special
"Autumn Is A Second Spring When Every Leaf Is A Flower"
- Albert Camus
This sonnet is for the wonderful daughter of my Muse
The music is "Autumn Song" by The Manic Street Preachers
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Autumn Is A Total Pleasure
Her Colours Brighten All Our Days
Sheโs Happiness Without Measure
There For All In So Many Ways
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Autumn Is A Ray Of Sunshine
Sheโs Golden Like The Leaves Of Fall
When She Is Here, Her Love Is Mine
She Is My Perfection, Sheโs My All
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Autumnโs Cuddles Like Autumn Leaves
Make Me Love Her More, Make Me See
With Her And Boo, I Love My Days
They Make Me Smile In Many Ways
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Autumn Is My Treasure, My LIght
Each Day She Makes My Future Bright
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Beautiful creation, I love the song pick ๐ฅฐ
Awww, this was so sweet!
Beautiful sonnet. Very well done.
Beautiful!!!๐๐
So lovely :)