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Autumn LeavesTrees in varying forms naturally grow with seasons beautiful flowers they bloom such bliss, Mother Nature adorns. Moments roll to inevitable fall amid desire to delay and stall evolutions extinguish all fun none shall be left half or undone. Weighs so light flying or drifting by from twigs and branches low or high. The topmost crown may be the last to come down but soon as colors turn brown everything returns aground. This natural cycle of life apply to all people alike no one is spared from downfall all has to go upon Almighty's call. *Pinky* Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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