she grabbed a soft stone
and eyed the skipping it does.
she inhaled the misty, fall air
and twirled her auburn hair.
she glared up to the canary leaves
dangling thinly on their limbs.
her flats tapping to the music making
of the trees strumming and shaking.
she beckons down
at the candy corn fronds
wading in the morning stream
like an autumn's dream.
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Author:
Crystal (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments3
really pretty imagery here.
thank you! 😀
Oohh she's having a good time there! heehee.
yep. 🙂
Good write with very good imagery.
thank you very much
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