autumn’s breath

misty morning
dew leading to a
warm breeze

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equals fifteen

Two notes
put together, plays
me something……

Five words
jumbled up, tells
me something….

Stroll, pedal, glide….
doesn’t require
death.

Show me something,
make me think,
loose me in the fantasy.

All separate,
all together;
keep it real… or not.