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Oct 6
With bated breaths
We exhale into crisp days
Cinnamon scented winds
Will carry tidings of cozy nights
As the trees drape themselves
In silks of red and gold,
Beacons in the foggy nights,
Wearing their best attire
In celebration of the harvest moon

©KNL
n. a wistful omen of the first sign of autumn
Kelci Nicole Leigh
Written by
Kelci Nicole Leigh  28/F/Washington, US
(28/F/Washington, US)   
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   misha and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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