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Oct 2013
That crisp air is so familiar
It hits me and I feel at home
The colors of red
The colors of orange
The colors of yellow
Fall onto the ground
They crunch with every step
The familiar sound
The cinnamon
The pine trees
The chimneys
I smell them all
The smell of smoke in cool air
Is so delightful
My favorite
Petra Horvath
Written by
Petra Horvath  Hungary, Budapest
(Hungary, Budapest)   
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