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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