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strolling down the shivering lane of rainbow of trees that seem to be the same color... Red, yellow and orange seems like a pattern that never seem to stop till some one pushes all its leaves away. pick, pick one by one slowly swaying with baby wind swings that dances with it sway dance singing to a melody these bright colored leaves once a lime green fade into a mist of various different shades of color then die once again into a mold brown that gets swifted away by the snow and rebirths in spring to explore its expirnces different ways as it reborns each day
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Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 10:33 PM UTC
fall (the season)
strolling down the shivering lane of rainbow of trees that seem to be the same color... Red, yellow and orange seems like a pattern that never seem to stop till some one pushes all its leaves away. pick, pick one by one slowly swaying with baby wind swings that dances with it sway dance singing to a melody these bright colored leaves once a lime green fade into a mist of various different shades of color then die once again into a mold brown that gets swifted away by the snow and rebirths in spring to explore its expirnces different ways as it reborns each day
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Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 10:33 PM UTC
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