Fall
The breeze is gentle against the skin
as it gets close to winter
School starts, but that is the only downside
It isn't too fierce or too scarce
This season doesn't demand or ask to be noticed or seen
The green leaves as golds and browns take its place
It may be the season of death
But fall is the best season in the world
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Hello, my name is Heather Caffey and I'll be your poet for today! I write everything from short and sweet to long and sad, so if you want something that's somewhere in between or all of them, well you're in the right place! Most of my poetry is based off of my thoughts and random little daydreams and rarely about the people around me or what is going on, though I do write some of those. Have fun with reading and have a slamming day!
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