Amber hush of dusk—
one trembling leaf lets go slow,
the sky swallows gold.
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Nothing like a sunset in the fall. Good job.
Oooo, that last line, that's my favourite!
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Nothing like a sunset in the fall. Good job.
Oooo, that last line, that's my favourite!