When Autumn Is Here
A Poem For My Muse
This is another Tolkien based poem inspired by my Muse
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To Spend A Day In The Shire With You
The Prancing Pony With A Beer
Walking Through Fields With Skies of Blue
And I Love It When Autumn Is Here
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To Hold Your Hand And Feel You Close
And Tell Tales of Wizards And Dwarves
To Taste Some Mead Before We Go
Me,You, Autumn With Thorinβs Sword
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Walking Through The Woods, In Our Band
Across The Shire, Our Favoured Land
We Love The Sun, We Love The Stars
We Love Our Home, But Travel Far
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My Elven Love With You No Fear
And I Love It When Autumn Is Here
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As beautiful as always!
Melodic and magical!!! Loving it!!!ππ