autumn
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The Locust trees are throwing their glove, Or maybe, they’re just falling into love, Slowly undressing their rustling coat Under autumn’s windy arms… The Linden trees are also getting weird, Casting aside green earrings and laughter, Waiving wide gestures, only ruffled hair, Into autumn’s windy arms… The autumn’s smile in foggy afternoons Touches souls, cold,…
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It smells like autumn, Looks for winter, Mourns the summer, Lasts for spring. Dying brown leaves, Wandering cold winds, Tasting cinnamon apples, Hoping mistletoe love affairs…