The Coming of Autumn

By ledlevee

Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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The Coming of Autumn

A breeze brushes past,
gleeful and cool.
Clouds are wool puffs
in the azure heavens.
Birds chirp
and whistle simple love songs.
Leaves are streaked
with green and scarlet.
The woodlands are flirting
with all of their charm.
Why aren't I in love?

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