
The persimmon moon climbs slow, sweet with fire…
A small poem of autumn stillness, where even the breath waits.
too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…

The persimmon moon climbs slow, sweet with fire…
A small poem of autumn stillness, where even the breath waits.
Beautifully penned my Friend.
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Thanks so much ❤️
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☕️😎👍
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So beautiful!
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Thank you so much ❤️
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You’re welcome 🩷
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