Autumn blows in like a messy, cloud.
In the rains of autumn,
The air is frosty fresh and tastes of honey.

The tree dies like a rainy sail.
Inside our imagination, the trees cry colorful tears.
Winter leaves begin their journey's end.

A carpet of many colors lying flat,
Breezes blow rainy carpets of leaves,
Sun loves fiery, leaf breezes.

Cool boys play swiftly in piles of yellow, red and brown autumn leaves.

Daylight's candle is growing shorter.
Give up the fight.

Close the windows, close the doors,
It's going to be a cold night.

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