The bright red leaves
drift in a runaway breeze
Dancing, playing.
The fiery tongues of fall
leap through the trees
Burning, crackling
leaving only brown behind.
A chilly breeze sweeps across the world,
leaving leaves over the ground
like shattered souls.
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A Book Of Poetry
PoetryPoems that have I written - for school, fun, friends, and for family.
