Autumn leaves crunch underfoot,
wind hitting your face,
making your cheeks a light shade of tint,
wind tangling your hair,
bakery smells and coffee fill the air
- a poem by me
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"it's cold outside like i've never known
i hold you knowing i'll have to let you go
and this night is ours, quiet and clear
we dance but soon the only proof we were even here"
- footprints in the snow by jamie lawson