Autumn

Autumn.

Crunch of the leaves.

Brisk wind caress your rosy cheeks.

Walking the path nature has paved for you.

Colors consisting of amber, yellows, reds swarm your eyesight.

Pockets of pebbles placed perfected.

Familiar smells attack your nose, begging for retrieval.

Autumn.

 

 

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