The blowing breeze causes falling leaves to fly with the wind
tree limbs shake hands while the fog dances on the ground
the clouds sob releasing gentle tears making the dirt smear into small puddles of mud
this is the kind of weather I absolutely love
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Author:
sickmind666 (
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