To ward off the cold wind
Brushing past the maple leaves
Red,gold,grey and fiery
Withering,swaying and dipping
On the soft melody of autumn breeze
These swirls of deep hues
Destined to succumb in beauty
Float in the breathing breeze
Gracing their end with elegant ease
As an ode to the mother nature
Loving each kiss of death sans a crease
Tug at the heart strings
Tucked in the rusty fall of mane
Humble the ground with an aura sublime...
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