Autumn is a paradox, a beautiful tragedy really,
Different colours are scattered across the ground, while others still cling to the trees. The crunch of dead leaves beneath boots, funny how something so pretty can only be seen when its dying.
The howl of the wind continued throughout as people bundled up in wool scarves and thick coats to keep away the chill while they breathe in the crisp cool air and a slight smell of... death.
Rotten, decomposing and withering away. As the world slowly faded away and died.
Autumn, that time of year that truly showed that there is beauty in death.
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Hello, lovelies! Super short piece but I hope you liked it. So as you've noticed this poem is about Autumn when clearly it's winter - almost spring - at the moment. I know, I know it makes no sense to post something like this right now, but I am because I found this in my English folder today while studying for exams. I wrote this at the beginning of the school year as short example of what a descriptive type of writing is. Hope you enjoyed it. Please LIKE, COMMENT, SHARE OR ADD this book.
Anyway, thanks for reading!
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