Category: Poetry
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Run Into the Woods
Lying on damp grass, the autumn leaves rolling by, while telling my heart out to the cold, grey sky. Walking along the forest edge where the river meets the track, while resisting the urge to run into the woods and never come back.
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Autumn’s Waltz
The soft rustle of her steps, as she whirls in her crimson dress… Her crisp breath, her sweet laughter in a faded whisper. Her golden eyes, her gentle touch, that I have missed so much. She is waltzing near and near, Autumn is here.
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Autumn Song
Past the last rains of monsoon, Past the August sheaves, Past the full corn moon, and into the autumn leaves. Oh, to hear the mellow crunch underneath the feet during the evening walks across the street. To feel the soft crisp in the breeze, blowing the red and gold from…
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Fallen Friendship
Our friendship was like a September leaf; you didn’t want to hold on, and I didn’t want to l e t g o .
malalai khan 