Cold Autumn Night And The Beams Are Low by BrianSGore

Cold Autumn night
The leaves have fallen
The gutters dusted with snow
Waxing moon in the dark blue,
Sea of stars washes your eyes.
Your eyelash is on my tongue.

BrianSGore
BrianSGore is a writer of short stories, poems, and songs. He currently resides in New London, CT and has published several collections of original works including “Barstool Ballads” and “Eleven Stories For Short… Attentions” as well as a coordinating a collaborative project entitled “A Collection of Poems by Various Poets Regarding the Line ‘10,000 Miles of Farewell'”.
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