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The Senses of Autumn
Contributed by
lesoleilnoire
on
Friday, 23rd October 2009 @ 07:05:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Seeing the reds bleed, the oranges burn, and the yellows dazzle,
Feeling the crisp air cooling my cheeks as a rough leaf collides with my rosy face,
Hearing the crackling leaves make music beneath my feet,
Smelling the leaves during their last days of life.
Tasting warm cider in my hand while sitting under a tree.
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lesoleilnoire
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2009-10-23 19:05:13] (Date/Time posted on
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