by vhgjhu
(brisbane)
The chilly weather settles into your bones.
Those once green leaves turn
Red, yellow, orange, brown.
CRUNCH! go the leaves
Beneath your feet.
The birds fly in a victory ''V'' formation
To where the sun rules the skies.
The days of winter are lurking around
Waiting to be free falling
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