Fall
By Faith Hunter
W ho Doesn’t Love The Crisp Fall Air,Or The Wind In Your Hair.
That Look In Your Eye….It Looks Like Your Going To Cry,
Because You Know That You Have Not Found Love,
Maybe You Need To Wait For The White Dove.
Eventually You Will Grow To Be a Big Redwood Tree,
Just Like The Other Three.
But I Will Be That Dove Or That Tree For You,
I Could Be Your Love.
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