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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