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Looking out of the window, it's all I can see... this poem's about autumn leaves.
I wade my way through.
Stop and sigh with frustration.
Then go on again.
They're tangled in my hair
A swirling oasis of burnt orange and fiery reds,
The same colour as my hair
But somehow, my hair's not beautiful.
A face at the end of the street catches mine, briefly.
The eyes linger.
Over the swirling oasis of burnt orange and fiery reds.
Dull leaves scattered.
Scattered at my footsteps.
As if they're scared.
Of what? Of falling to the ground I suppose
Though that's just what is their fate.
Bright colours dulled
Once bright green, full of life
A face catches mine at the other end of the street.
Her hair is the exact shade of a leaf caught in it.
But somehow, the leaf's not beautiful...
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From The Girl With The Notepad :)