Dead leaves glide down
carressing the ground with colors
as the season changes.
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What lovely poetry you write. Love the Haiku, it is strangely compelling. Always mmmm, what’s a good word…sumptuous. 🙂 I can just see the bright colors of the leaves in your poem. Nice.