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the sound of leaves,
still on the trees,
swaying to and fro.
the ones on the ground,
whipping all around,
Scattered by the wind.
a flock of geese,
now heading south,
high up in the sky..
barely are they seen,
mere dots against the clouds.
a child's laugh...
playing hide and seek,
in the pile of leaves.
a fire burns..
it cracks...
and pops,
flames that dance about.
the sounds not harsh,
nor are they loud,
muffled by the chill.
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the sounds that autumn makes
the sounds that autumn makes
