Sweeping across my path
Shades of gold and red
Blowing in the wind
Patterns and shapes they make
Circling around my feet
Up and down they go in the wind
Like a boat at sea
Blurs of yellow and red and gold
Rush past my face
In the cold autum wind
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i like the poem and the backround.
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You are seeing what so many miss
Its great right I liked this


