A Young Poet Young Poets
H Heather Burns
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Young Poets so naive
with pen in hand
spilling emotions
upon a page
Autumn leaves turn
to gold
catching in the
wind blow away
Angel flakes of white
cover the ground
creating magic
thoughts of a life
time surface
secrets of the ages
come into play.
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