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Nov 2019
softly blows the morning breeze
a whisper to the Autumn leaves
who all respond in gentle song
a cadence to the trees

cold digs into heart and bone
a visitor, now summer's gone
to quiet down the bugs and birds
preparing for the snow
Sarah
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Sarah  24/Non-binary
(24/Non-binary)   
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     Mark S and Bogdan Dragos
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