Heather Cropper - Autumn

the only thing i love,
but not more.

is the falling leaves,
changing colors.

love arises once again,
new people to meet.

the fresh start,
that everyone dies for.

the new smell,
sometimes the smell of rain.

rain is so refreshing,
the sparkles on the leaves.

Heather Cropper

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