The autumn leaves. . .
Waltz across tawny lawns
In golden gowns,
Swaying, swirling
to the symphony of the wind.
Tumble across
The mat of asphalt streets
Like acrobats,
Colliding in exhausted heaps
Of red and orange.
Play tag among passing cars
Like naughty children;
Auburn hair in tangles,
Whispering secrets as they scatter.
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