The prevailing wind teases
And circles the trees
The multicolor leaves
Fall ever so gently and sway
...
In my youth and prime,
I sought gold:
in the breast of the forest,
down its deepest ravines,
...
Autumn morning came
With a strong and bitter wind
That cut like a knife
The birds never dared to fly
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Lovely autumn mums
Splash a mesmerizing hue
And an earthy smell.
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