A poem

"November- They say it is the month of death, But I have never seen such beauty in decay. Remains of Autumn, Still smoldering, Cling to the branches, And the earth is painted a thousand shades of red. When a heavy fog smothers the ground, Breathe in and let it fill your lungs. It is at... Citește în continuare →

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