Mariella Hunt

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My name is Mariella Hunt. Books fascinate me. In 2025, I set a reading challenge: I want to read about American history from the viewpoints of the Presidents in chronological order. I’ll write essays as I go. Join me here!

l’automne

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.

I’m thankful to have this beautiful woman for a grandmother. And I’m thankful to have her for another Thanksgiving.
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    illignisfashion

    Very beautiful poem! Like the beautiful words very much!

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