The Autumn's so Pretty,
With those Dry Leaves Falling
With those Red-Orange Leaves, Falling
So Beautiful,
Yet everything's dying.
We Remember the Importance when It's Near Dying,
Still Enjoy it
Here I am
The Cold Breeze Hugging me
With Leaves Beside me,
Dying.
A Cold Object brushed in into my Fingers,
Winter is Coming.
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Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
