Crispy leaves drift sunspun air; wistful days of wondering. Colored pieces piling high, moment’s tainted suffering.
Strolling footprints, moving truths, chilling sorrow aches my bones. Ginger, gold and crimson pink, cheery childhood undertones.
Timeless dancing in the wind, Autumn’s brilliant scenery. Fleeting seconds warm my heart once upon the greenery.
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