Wednesday, 14 May 2014

autumn

Autumn

The wind whistling in my ear.
Caramel, golden leaves falling from the sky.
Crispy leaves crunching in my hands.
  As I gazed at the skeleton branches, 
I heard birds cheeping.
Leaves with little specks of green.
Marcus    
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