Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Autumn leaves

Autumn Poem

I see the Leaves twirling like a tornado,
from a popcorn machine blown up by a raging heated volcano. 
Leaves falling slowly to the ground like a parachute that got fallen over by their dead branches. 
I hear the rustling sound beneath my feet like in a pile of crunching crumbs of nuts.
I feel the breeze pushing the leaves like they're racing to the ground where it’s full of crunchy leaves.

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