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Autumn
Contributed by
LittleMissAnonymous
on
Wednesday, 16th November 2011 @ 05:00:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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It is close to winter, and the trees are almost bare. I sit on the swing, look up, and stare.
One by one, leaves float down to the ground. so silent, they don't even make a sound.
All of them warm colors, brown, orange, yellow and red. It looks as though, the trees might be dead.
No green in sight, it's quite a fright. but it will be all right, when spring comes again.
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2011-11-16 17:00:58] (Date/Time posted on
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