Fleeting Fly-aways
on
Midnight Highways.
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Patches of shade where
the clouds stand,
trees waving to the
breeze, the sun keeps
me warm enough I
can enjoy the crips
Fall air.
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Frosty toes
starry night
cold hands
warm heart
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Fall
leaves come
falling down.
"Please don't leaf,"
I whisper to
the golden
papers dancing
through the
sky.
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