FallA Poem by WandererDry winds, dreary days Trees losing their glory, Sun its rays Silence falls; moods translate Few enjoy, few could relate Pity the flowers who fall The moment grieved by all Nights turn long and cruel Becomes eerie, with the canines howl © 2020 WandererReviews
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