Fall

An infinite sea of colors
The cool wind brushing against my face,
Whispering in my ear
The tree dancing in the wind
The crisp sound of leaves under my feet
Stretching across miles and miles
Lays a sea of colors
And one small black speak
Like a drop of ink on a piece of white paper
Standing there lonely
With no one there

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1. Fall

An infinite sea of colors
The cool wind brushing against my face,
Whispering in my ear
The tree dancing in the wind
The crisp sound of leaves under my feet
Stretching across miles and miles
Lays a sea of colors
And one small black speak
Like a drop of ink on a piece of white paper
Standing there lonely
With no one there

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