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Pleasant Autumn

The leaves lift I became one of them

By Zarinabanu ZarinabanuPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

The happy music. The beginning of autumn. The features sprout leaves. Flying in the air slowly going down. The leaves lift I became one of them. The mind comes to help.. it's raining inside!. Before the arrival of in the cold gloomy darkness soon we will be drowning, the summer sun that has shrunk come on in, take a look! With the vibrations of death on the stone path of the backyard right now I hear the roaring tree tilting and falling. Anger , hatred, trembling, terror and hardening as unavoidable laboratory, winter is about to enter my whole being. Like the sun disappearing into it's polarization hell. My heart will be frozen each piece of firewood is lever iam listening with fear. Around the head. Down around the leg. Colorful leaves everywhere. Carotenoids. Anthocyanins, the miracle of pigment. Maple tree changing color!.. of red leaves. Scatter this above the walkway.. both sides are red maple trees. The falling leaves of the branches walking alone.

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Zarinabanu Zarinabanu

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