Echoes of Autumn
The fallen speak in rust and gold
By Kristi FlowersPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Walter Martin on Unsplash
Whispers in the breeze,
crushed leaves speak beneath my steps—
ghosts of fire and gold.
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