Fall. The crisp autumnal smell
of the morning air
The leaves turning yellow, then
gold and finally golden brown
Then falling gently
Floating, floating down
Playing with the wind.
I take a walk along the park
and find a path strewn with leaves of every color.
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of the morning air
The leaves turning yellow, then
gold and finally golden brown
Then falling gently
Floating, floating down
Playing with the wind.
I take a walk along the park
and find a path strewn with leaves of every color.
(unfinished)
})i({