Monday, 3 July 2017



Leaves sinking to the ground putting on a show.
The shadow of the pine tree following e as I pass.
Lightning thrashing in the sky like a wild beat.
 pure mountain water flying into my face.
The treetops burning with the colourful leaves.
The sweety mist drifting in the air. 
Autumn has arrived and we all got to prepare.

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