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NATURE'S JEWELS
Softly, gently, they floated down
Shades of red and golden brown
Dancing, prancing, upon the breeze
Forming carpets with the greatest of ease.
This way, that way, over there
Till nowhere is a space to spare
Crunching, rustling beneath my feet
Piling upon the garden seat.
Crisp, fresh breezes touched my cheek
As if warmer places they did seek.
Winter can't be far away
When autumn leaves come down to play!
©Crissouli May 2007
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