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Autumn

The old path  
      
where brown today of wild grasses    
    
and branches of silence to think  
 
Where leaves rustle,  
    
sounds over water like stones
    
a blackbird's lament, soft
 
Appearing along the edges of the forest  
 
shy deer, peaceful  
 
cool air falling in lovely patterns  
    
the quiet rattles an open window
Written by Neoma
Published | Edited 19th May 2022
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