Poetry Corner: Rainbows of Autumn
As I walk by myself
The beauty of delicate
Has turned to bushes that cling.
Most often in shades of brown.
Grass once green now crunches
As the tenderness of beautiful growth
Has turned yellow, withered and died.
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