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Yet Another October 🍁

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Yet another October Y ellow , Orange, Red The colours of autumn it is Every poet lurks to ink them with their profound words... October resonates peace My words finally spread its wings And fly to it's poetic sense Sometimes e voking it's  lonely presence Yet another time brushing  off  the  sudden energy Whatever it might be the colours of my October are fading The leaves are fading into   the setting evening light Red is turning orange Orange changed to yellow And yellow to bleak white The perspective of colours ,  they say Shading reflects perspective Perhaps my crayon isn't that steady to ink colours in my pages anymore Maybe my October is loosing it's colour Maybe my October is in a wavering  timeline  Maybe I'm no more that October
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The Last Leaf

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Shades of purple 💜

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