Creator: Adam Oehler Stepping on a small wooden boat rowing circles with two small hands; swirling and swashing drowsy waters, I glided past the autumnal lands. The white sun was wry and mellow; the blue river looked darker now; the stillness was often deafening - broken by crackling of the boughs. I reached the vivid… Continue reading Amber Love | Autumn Poetry
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