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Autumn leaves fall round me

In a whisper no one can hear

Fragile, the air that surrounds me

I wait for the mist to appear

The winds, swirl like a cyclone

As trees grow naked and stark

They call to me, lyrically, intone

Gathering thoughts, I embark

Toward the forest, bare of cover

Into shadows, as they grow

Wondering what I may discover

I get lost in the leaves below


Writing Prompt: Fragile Whispers – Day 5/31

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