Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Autumn poem

Autumn Poem 
Winter is near, Leaves are crunchy while I'm walking through the park and the rain is rattling hard like a drum.
Leaves are slowly falling down, the wind is moving quickly through the rustling trees.
Colourful flaming leaves matted along the ground spiky leaves hanging on the trees waiting to fall.
I'm picking up the leaves so spiky it so frosty and cold.

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