Whispers of autumn

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A/n since it's autumn have this lovely poem

In the hush of twilight's grace,
Leaves descend in a waltzing race,
Gold and crimson, a fleeting show,
Nature's palette, soft and slow.

Crisp air carries a tender sigh,
As daylight wanes and shadows lie,
Fields wear cloaks of russet and brown,
Beneath a sky in amber gown.

The trees stand tall, their stories told,
In the dance of winds, both brave and bold,
Harvest moons cast silver beams,
On the quiet of fading dreams.

As seasons turn, we find our way,
In the warmth of dusk, we linger and stay,
For in this moment, time suspends,
And whispers of autumn gently blend.

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