Autumn Afternoon

I sit alone in solitude and watch

the painted leaves; they rustle in cruel wind.

The way they move, natural, mesmerized am I.

Like gradual thunder, the sound, it builds.

My hair flies in the breeze like a soaring kite.

The scent of autumn air encloses me in thought.





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