As the autumn wind begins to blow, the pale sun plays on the buildings. People scurry along not noticing the dancing joy of the leaves.
Summer is dying
But the leaves celebrate life
In rush of colour
As the autumn wind begins to blow, the pale sun plays on the buildings. People scurry along not noticing the dancing joy of the leaves.
Summer is dying
But the leaves celebrate life
In rush of colour
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Yes. People are just too busy to notice, it is sad. ❤
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