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Red as the crimson, in the trees
In a dress she wears, so grand
The ghost of autumn, unveils herself
As leaves that fall upon land
She scatters her earthly presence
Throughout the forests, serene
And leaves behind a masterpiece
No imagination has ever seen
She blends as one with nature
Tis her time to shine, it’s true
The spirit of seasons changing
She’s the colors of the world, anew
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
That’s beautiful! I imagined her flying over the land and wherever she flies by she leaves in the most beautiful colors.
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Yay! I was hoping that would come through. I can always count on you, Erika!! ❤
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Hehe… I feel honored! Yes, it absolutely did. See, the way you build a movie in our heads is one of the reasons I love your poems!
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Wow, what a cool way to describe it! I love that. Thank you!!
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I thank YOU 💖
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💖 💖 💖
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This was breathtaking Dorinda!
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Thank you so much, my sweet friend! ❤
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Take care!:)
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autumn is a special time of year
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My very favorite 🙂
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