Your bookshelves are empty.
Outside, the leaves fall.
We’re waiting through
The saddest autumn of all.
Your piano is sleeping—
Too great for my hands.
Still, I will play
‘Til my heart understands.
I took home your paper
To sketch out your face,
But you have a smile
That art can’t replace.
The trees out your window
Have all become bare.
So I search my heart:
You will always be there.
Very beautiful poem! Like the beautiful words very much!
Hello,
Welcome to my cozy corner of the internet. This blog will be dedicated to all things books and reading, which happen to be my obsessions. Note the faint scent of coffee in the air; coffee is a must for me.
I will be sharing book reviews for reads that I enjoy. I’ll also be posting updates about my life as an indie author. Since I’m exploring the classics, expect the occasional poem or short piece as I experiment.
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Miss Marjorie Brahms, daughter of a mysterious wizard known by the townsfolk as Bamoy, is having a bizarre autumn. Her father, Johann, had reasons for purchasing an abandoned house situated in the middle of a graveyard in which to raise his family. That did not mean that evil spirits could never find them.
Mariella Hunt 
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