As the leaves wither and dry, and warmth gives her last kiss goodbye.
When the skies turn a melancholy grey, and the awful weather causes for a vacant bay.
When apple trees are picked until bare. Corn is now a maize. People jump in the leaves.
Orange and red plants are used in wreaths. Autumn is beautiful and also a snare. A season of death, but its pretty so who cares.
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sophia oriana (
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Comments2
Really well written got a very eerie atmosphere to it.
Well written and expressed
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