Autumn Magic poem three.



Peek Peek.

Weep weep

Steamy and weak

Tired from lack of

Sleep sleep.

Saturn and Pluto

Are not being meek

One talks of noble

The other of

Love love.

Tensions increase

While I melt into

Chores, habits and good

Food food.

Letting go of expectations

Putting on a beautiful robe

Challenging a dark

Mood mood.

Magic is gravitating 

away from the past

Weep weep

Sweep sweep.



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