The Bliss Of Fluttering Leaves

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I can hear them,
I really can.
As they flutter gently to the ground,
They speak to me,
A soft whisper,
Their words flowing brilliantly.
Their soft harmony moving me
To a temporary bliss.
That's why I like autumn,
The colors, the soft breeze,
And the bliss of fluttering leaves.





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