September 23, 2012
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The long white limbs stretch over my head.
They reach for the sky that may never end.
Their bright vibrant leaves fall down to the bed,
Or dirt past my figure and over the bend.
I reach out my fingers to catch the cool breeze.
Hoping that nothing will try and stop me.
I know that the autumn is very hard to please.
So, I’ll stand back and let its grace and beauty be.

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