Amber Leaves
Amber leaves drifting seaward,
floating home downstream to you
where yellow moonbeams dance
upon your windswept shores of blue.
And how I long to gaze
into the depths of your Atlantic eyes,
cool and icy blue,
wouldn't Newman and Sinatra be surprised?
But I'm a million miles away,
drowning in Lelystad rain,
dropping amber leaves into the sea,
wondering when I'll be home again.
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