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The Turn of Leaves
The leaves fall down like routine,
Their colors crisp and brown.
I want to freeze this moment
When November comes around.
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Autumn
The fluttering leaves that were once so lush and green and captivating and sang in the breeze,
Now, they are gold,
Wispy flakes nestled in among the reds and oranges,
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