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Withered Leaves

One Sunday morning
I thought-I wish autumn was here
looked out the uncleaned window
I saw the leaves on the ground
although withered and dead
it gave a clear sign
A smile lit my face
and I whispered...

Autumn's here .... =]

Author notes

Autumn Rocks !

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  • etoile
    November 17, 2008
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    autumn's my least favourite season, and by reading your poem it made it seem a bit better, which is good cause now i don't hate it as much
    i liked the imagery in this short piece and the storyline and your take on the prompt was good too.

    thanks for entering and goodluck