Summer’s leaves are twisting, turning, yearning in the October air; to fade in November’s cold and descend in their last breath, back to the ground from which they came. Indian Summer has cracked her smile and begins to look beyond Winter to ascend again next Spring. Written by Frankie The Earthman.
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Poet...Prophet....Teacher.... one foot in this world the other one in the next...Frankie The Earthman. View all posts by flyraventhepoet