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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #1825452

A description in figures of speach of the coming of autumn.

Like gleaming hair turning leadened
and smooth skin becoming crinkled,
verdant tree leaves fade to burgundy
before dropping from branches like a
parade’s last ticker tape, ending another
chapter in our annual planetary narrative.
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