A number of
Autumn colored trees
Lined up in a row,
Raining petals of flowers
To greet her in a vow.
And the Moon
Ascending gently
On its throne
Ushers her in
To the dream
She has never been.
And she walks on;
Her wings unleashed.
© Atique R.
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