fall, as i know her, is an outgoing person.
she wants to be seen, acknowledged, and pitied.
seen for her smile.
acknowledged for her mysterious aura.
pitied for being the shortest season, yet always seen as the prettiest.this is the story of how i fell for fall's charms.
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i met two seasons
Poetrysome seasons come and go, but others seem to stay forever ©️kairipopa poetry