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Beauty

The wind catches the
red brown orange and yellow autumn
presipitaion just before it rests on
the back deck of our home
in town. Still others don't
miss and soon
there is a blanket of fall coloers.
logs of wood burn, and fill my nose
returning the days of past memories,
trigered by the sent my mind
remembers young times.
The dry leaves keep rythem with
the birds chirping in the trees.
I wish you would never
go away autumn.

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chelsea said…
i love it! :)
6:27 AM
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