Leaves falling down on the ground below us,
The air is crisp and cool.
Wind blows in our faces now,
Bringing the leaves in a pool at our feet.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty Of The Night And Other Poems
PoezjaPoetry that I wrote myself, Weaved in my mind. That no one else saw, For it was late when the inspiration came . But now there's more than just three, There here for you to read. And I hope that, You enjoy them all.
Autumn
Leaves falling down on the ground below us,
The air is crisp and cool.
Wind blows in our faces now,
Bringing the leaves in a pool at our feet.
