Autumnal Rush [Poem]

River running gold
A leaf to flower
Falling gust, soft blast
Crystal cold, gentle push
Taste of things that grew.

These are your descriptors.
Tired one, falling one, shedding one
These are your attractors.
Gentle one, closing one, fading of the light.

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Autumnal Rush [Poem]

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