Young Poets

A young poet.!
So naive
with
pen
in
hand.

Spilling
emotions
up on
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
lifetime
surface..

Secrets
of the
ages
come
into
play..

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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