As the Earth yawns, Morning comes.
Like a tantrum; the late summer rains arrive without warning.
Autumn is golden, saturated in splendour.
Jack-O-lanterns belch passions into crisp evening air.
Trees mourn their leaves, naked in remembrance of Summer.
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- Flygirlie314
- Free spirit, positive outlook on life, appreciation for dry humor, passionate about literature and music. This is my outlet, my ramblings, my emotions, my insanity.
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