Looking right through me
I feel the love of autumn
The crisp quiet afternoon air
Following my every footstep
The trees looking down on my head
And little beings of the ground, looking up at me.
As quiet as it can be,
I hear my heart pounding out of my chest.
Only to see,
The beautiful face of autmn.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
Looking right through me
I feel the love of autumn
The crisp quiet afternoon air
Following my every footstep
The trees looking down on my head
And little beings of the ground, looking up at me.
As quiet as it can be,
I hear my heart pounding out of my chest.
Only to see,
The beautiful face of autmn.
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