Autumn - slash - Fall.
It matters not to me what my favorite season is called.
The months of 'Ber are just about ******** to me.
Perfected landscape of hues one's eyes will ever see.
Tree tops that stand out so magnificently.
Their children in the wind blowing past me.
Oranges, yellows and reds boast in shades we have never seen.
Pumpkins find rest on everyones front steps.
Football stadiums begin filling up without any regrets.
Everyone slows down sipping hot cocoa and cider.
Embracing your lover as you nestle up by the fire.
Long sleeves and bonfires are a cozy night's fantasy.
I have to be honest...
Autumn - slash - Fall, I can't believe I get this all for free.
Autumn - slash - Fall,
the sexiest season of them all.
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TheConcretePoet
Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 5:17 AM UTC
Autumn - slash - Fall.
It matters not to me what my favorite season is called.
The months of 'Ber are just about ******** to me.
Perfected landscape of hues one's eyes will ever see.
Tree tops that stand out so magnificently.
Their children in the wind blowing past me.
Oranges, yellows and reds boast in shades we have never seen.
Pumpkins find rest on everyones front steps.
Football stadiums begin filling up without any regrets.
Everyone slows down sipping hot cocoa and cider.
Embracing your lover as you nestle up by the fire.
Long sleeves and bonfires are a cozy night's fantasy.
I have to be honest...
Autumn - slash - Fall, I can't believe I get this all for free.
Autumn - slash - Fall,
the sexiest season of them all.
Đaviđ
💞🙏🏻💞
TheConcretePoet
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