Under the golden boughs of ancient trees,
autumn sighs, as leaves
descend
in a swirling, endless ballet,
The earth receives them
with a gentle embrace,
withering compost pile.
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autumn sighs, as leaves
descend
in a swirling, endless ballet,
The earth receives them
with a gentle embrace,
withering compost pile.
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this is DOPE!!!!! TFS Bravo!!!