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AUTUMN WHISPERS
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Autumn whispers, leaves descend in sighs,
Cracked cups of oak, a harvest left behind.
Ochre hued landscapes, hope buried in the ground.
Remnants of summer, a fractured fading.
Nature's bounty, now scattered on the breeze,
Silent promise, of what is yet to be.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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