The autumnal evening whispers
Dried leaves swirl in the air
Vivid colours of orange and red
Dance a little pirouette.
Scent of dried flowers
Bittersweet as childhood memories
The ground is an assortment of colours
As is the evening sky.
Orange bells in a row
Tinkle and sway in the wind
Music, so sweet and soft
Kissed my little dreams.
P.S. Whoopee. This is a happy one right? Even though its not that great.
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