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Peace


The cool wind blows, the leaves dancing upon it in a typoon of color. The gray sky reflects the emotions you feel. You sit back and exhale your held breath. Nothing ever disturbs such a place. There is no place as sombering as a graveyard in fall.
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Gboy2597
This poem was inspired by a descriptive essay I had to write for a class.

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