Juicy apples grow
The sun is brightly shining
Fun autumn weather
Withering flowers
Wind has caused yellow leaves fall
Nature is weary
Fountain shimmering
As we walk by the moonlight
Wind brushes the leaves
Sky flushes with gold
Feeling the chills in our bones
Didn’t want this to end
Autumn’s golden voice
Sing with song of fruits and flowers
Hills fled from our sight
Beautiful verse!
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thanks, Patricia 🙂
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