AUTUMN.
The wind sweeping me off my feet
The scent so soft and me so petite
Another year, another day
The season changing everywhere
The leaves once so green, now go into red
My thoughts once so free, and now tangled instead
The weather is changing and so am I
That's why the seasons both go and come
~Alexa
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