Autumn Now see the beautiful sunset ore the ocean blue Fiery colors due abound of #poems there are a few I wish that I could write one, about that perfect hue. Orchards stretch for miles, they never seem to stop There nectar baring fruit is one that’s hard to top A fruit that justifies a sonnet, but might as well be rock. Now autumn leaves begin there fall, Huge piles each a mountain tall. エレノア
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