Falling leaves,
The end of summer.
Nippy winds,
Chilly yet refreshing to the face.
Outside with a bicycle,
and a lonely road.
Riding the wind,
while it paints my cheek red.
Falling leaves,
they lie on the road.
While I leave, they stay
colouring the ground.
When I’ll come back, they’ll be gone.
All things return home someday.
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