As I’m walking now, there’s a whispered breeze,
Unwinding the glorious colours of spring,
Though you wouldn’t know, just from walking
Under rippling seas of golden leaves,
More shades will keep on falling,
Never knowing the beauty in death they bring
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
As I’m walking now, there’s a whispered breeze,
Unwinding the glorious colours of spring,
Though you wouldn’t know, just from walking
Under rippling seas of golden leaves,
More shades will keep on falling,
Never knowing the beauty in death they bring
For a competition at school, I hate acrostics but oh well
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