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Yash Srivastav

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Yash Srivastav

Abstract

Autumn

Autumn

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The year's Last, Loveliest Smile.

There's nothing as fine as an Autumn day,

with the smell in the air of fresh moon hay.

As autumn winds begin to blow,

the leaves fall fast and slow.

As autumn leaves coming down in the shower,

as wril round and round.

They make a blanket on the little flowers.

And when the winds begin to blow,

the roots are safe from freezing snow.

Bec the season of fall is here,

Feel the season in the air,

With that empty rocking chair!


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