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A Fall Night in New Mexico
The sun owns the mountains,
Using the landscape to paint it peach,
The smell of wet desert Mesquite,
Makes you believe there’s a heaven after all,
you can smell it in the Fall.
The wind is as crisp as an apple,
as it rushes through sage bushes,
Whispering secrets Unknown, but,
Known.
As the tears of the Universe starts to fill
the sky,
You wonder why.
Why, everyday,
Can’t be a Fall night in
New Mexico.
© Earth gifts
#healing #healingnature
#poem #lifestyle #Love&love
Using the landscape to paint it peach,
The smell of wet desert Mesquite,
Makes you believe there’s a heaven after all,
you can smell it in the Fall.
The wind is as crisp as an apple,
as it rushes through sage bushes,
Whispering secrets Unknown, but,
Known.
As the tears of the Universe starts to fill
the sky,
You wonder why.
Why, everyday,
Can’t be a Fall night in
New Mexico.
© Earth gifts
#healing #healingnature
#poem #lifestyle #Love&love
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