An October Day
The smell of fall is in the air.
While gusts of wind blow through my hair.
There's nothing better than these days.
Long as the wind don't blow you away.
The wind picks up the fallen leaves.
But its nothing like a summer's breeze.
Like a small tornado the wind whips around.
The leaves are dancing off the ground.
The smell of fall will soon be gone.
With later the days 'til mornings dawn.
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