In the shadows of a crisp cold night
wind flowing through the silence of Time.
Disseminate colored leaves flowing and twisting
gently rippled upon the wet ground,
Concisely of something true and essential to the mind
those little telegrams that echoed into Fall.
-Judy Emery © 1994
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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DARKEN MEMORIES
FantasyThis book of poems makes a story, about life's pain that became darken dreams.
