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Season of Fall

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Through it,
I see a frozen picture.

A faint cool hand touches my face,
and then, the picture come to life with its swaying arms

I feel the cold air fill my lungs
As I gaze upon the waving branches.

The cool hand leaves my cheek,
And I feel the warm smile the Sun is sending to my face.

The picture is yet again,
Lifeless.
But the one single leaf, dances with the Sun





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