Tuesday, 17 March 2020

Autumn acoustic poem

As the sun rises the leafs start to glow


Under my feet looks like the floor changed into fire

The cold wind blowing the leaves away

Underneath my feet the ground turns dewy

March the 1st is when autumn is here


Nice breeze clashing against my face
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