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Swaying,

Fluttering,

Flying,

Whipped through the air with gusty abandon.

Browns, reds and oranges blanket the verdancy.

Non-containable,

Ever multiplying,

Unabating.

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4 comments

  • I love this! 🙂 It really plays with all the senses and puts me in the moment.

    • I’m glad you enjoyed it. Leaves conflict me. I love them and hate raking! 😛

  • This is beautiful. 😉

    • Thanks! I’m, apparently, am on a poetry kick.

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