The rain stops, whene'er breeze whispers, they drip beneath the leaves.
Autumn sun gently spills where the leaves're sparsely stuck on branches.
Though the foliage may've fallen, the beauty lingers on colorful leaves,
And elders're savoring leisurely moments, sitting on benches,
(Nov.,11th,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2023 19:13
- Category: Short story
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Great writing!!!
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