Cool morning finally
Autumn wind in brisking
When I close my eyes
I hear waves breaking
My imagination overtaking
Walking the coast along the sea
The squawking of the city birds
In my mind turn into the sea gulls
They whistled, they squealed, they barked, they bleated, they gargled
Opening my eyes all I see is fallen leaves
Here I am back in Texas
My back yard, my reality
Autumn morning
Brisking leaves°🍂
🍁₩€ND¥°🍁
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 10:06 AM UTC
Cool morning finally
Autumn wind in brisking
When I close my eyes
I hear waves breaking
My imagination overtaking
Walking the coast along the sea
The squawking of the city birds
In my mind turn into the sea gulls
They whistled, they squealed, they barked, they bleated, they gargled
Opening my eyes all I see is fallen leaves
Here I am back in Texas
My back yard, my reality
Autumn morning
Brisking leaves°🍂
🍁₩€ND¥°🍁
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