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Breath

As I inhale the crisp, cold, autumn air,
Leaves flutter around,
Dancing in the air in a flurry
Of reds, oranges, yellows, golds.
Soft yet sharp,
Knife like edges of falling autumn leaves.
Majestic with a powerful aura,
Pretty with a natural beauty,
Frozen breath exhaled through
A warm yet freezing mouth.
Then the sun appears,
Covering everything in its kindest flare again.

November 3rd 2018