Autumn Leaves

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Looking out of the window, it's all I can see... this poem's about autumn leaves.

HER VIEW:
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,
They're beautiful.
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.

HIS VIEW:
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
Now dying.
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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