Autumns End
The splender of pastel reds, blending orange and shades of yellows;
what beauty are the maple leaves, drifting about upon pine needle pillows. Sun arising in a faded blue altering stratosphere; peering into dull ashen clouds, shedding gleaming beams through the holes like tears. The chill so clinging in the moist morning air; settles down covering grasses the branches and beaded droplets on a coastal pier.
The scuffling activity from the creatures burrowing deep and below; preparing for the survival with frigid fluffs of white glistening snow.
what beauty are the maple leaves, drifting about upon pine needle pillows. Sun arising in a faded blue altering stratosphere; peering into dull ashen clouds, shedding gleaming beams through the holes like tears. The chill so clinging in the moist morning air; settles down covering grasses the branches and beaded droplets on a coastal pier.
The scuffling activity from the creatures burrowing deep and below; preparing for the survival with frigid fluffs of white glistening snow.
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