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Poetry (Nature)

Fallen leaves
by Aspire to be

Leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown
With a stiff wind soon on the ground
Rustling, rustling
A pile of leaves so neatly collected
Beckoning me so they're not neglected
Rustling, rustling
I jump I jump so peacefully
In a daze of joy so peacefully
To which I must admit this practice I adore
Now the leaves askew and beckoning no more
Until next year my beautiful foes
Rustling, rustling as the wind blows

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