Natalie Gaye Ford Poems

I looked into my mirror this morning
My face a map of where I have been
and where I am going.
Etched with memories, some bad, some good.
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When the trees turn to gold and the leaves fall silently to the ground,
I forget about growing old as I watch the nimble deer tiptoe through
the woods without making a sound.
I walk quietly down the footpath the crisp air caress's my face, The branches
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