They say,
It is just an autumn day.
I see
A bird
Swooping down
In graceful flight.
I feel
The breeze
Caressing my skin.
I hear
The leaves
Rustling in the wind
Like unwritten melodies.
I see, I feel, I hear
Showers of leaves
Gently drifting in the air
In various hues, of
Orange
Red
Yellow
Brown
Mauve
They say,
It is just an autumn day.
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