Autumn

By Zorro

Crisp air sifts through
the strands of my hair.

Dying leaves swirl
at my feet, lifting to the sky.

Smells of yellowed
trees fill me.

Sun peircing through
the canopy above me.

Autumn, a time of chill, 
fills me with so much warmth.
 
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Zorro

VT

17 years old

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