Poetry by Chris Vaughn
September's breath, whispers of change in the air, Leaves, like pages, turn, as autumn takes its chair. In fading light, holidays' care we bare, While, we await those hopeful Summer...
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When Men Writ Poems
When men writ poems and that of what they see, They slightly err in and muse at all which they seeing, see’st; For yet and still thy looking glass, that...
