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.
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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