She is a autumn dream
Rolling carelessly and free,
On a rustic sea of gold and green,
Barefaced and free, she wears those faded jeans,
A soulful stare, without a worry or care,
Wind blown hair and weathered skin,
For her it’s not a sin,
She’s as natural as the earth and sea,
She is free, my autumn dream.
By Lucius Wilson
Rolling carelessly and free,
On a rustic sea of gold and green,
Barefaced and free, she wears those faded jeans,
A soulful stare, without a worry or care,
Wind blown hair and weathered skin,
For her it’s not a sin,
She’s as natural as the earth and sea,
She is free, my autumn dream.
By Lucius Wilson
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