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The Leaves
As I breathe the air of autumn I smell it very clear
The feeling so delightful yet mysterious
Its like changing for better or worst
The leaves remind me so much of me
They change colors, bright then dull
The moods of people are some what in-arch
I contain myself to adjust to the season
The atmosphere is fearful believing in total wonder
Tears more often than any other season
The apparent of grace has lowered doubtfully
Capturing moments of it all is a confusion
The leaves are bright, then dull as the season changes,
I change, the leaves reminds me of me.
Copyright ©2009 Joann Marie Santos
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