Autumn Feelings
I can feel the crisp
November air strike me,
in the autumn time.
The color of the
leaves enlighten me, the leaves
fulfill my hunger.
The sound of children:
laughter fills the neighborhood,
as the children play and go on adventures.
I hear the crunch of
leaves. A satisfying sound,
a warming sound.
Leaves fall, to the ground,
they fill the emptiness in
the streets. Rich colors. Great colors.
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