Under me there are old crisp leaves
The farmer plant their seeds in the soft soil
Under the trees there are crisp leaves in the ground
My feet are cold from the frozen grass
Now all the leaves turn red, brown, orange
Friday, 20 March 2020
Autumn Poems
Autumn is a season that leaves fall
Under me there are old crisp leaves
The farmer plant their seeds in the soft soil
Under the trees there are crisp leaves in the ground
My feet are cold from the frozen grass
Now all the leaves turn red, brown, orange
Under me there are old crisp leaves
The farmer plant their seeds in the soft soil
Under the trees there are crisp leaves in the ground
My feet are cold from the frozen grass
Now all the leaves turn red, brown, orange
Wednesday, 4 March 2020
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