Longing
Is like the arrival of autumn
Bold specks of color
Feeling that ensnares your senses.
Golden leaves gently
Falling from golden trees
Adding in golden piles
To crunch with your feet.
The lazy scent of apples
Slightly drifting past
As the field turns a burning red
And the sun eases down
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