Red leaves flicker, golden red candles, dancing with winds fingers
Grey clouds linger, down filled pillows, whipped with winds thoughts
Green grass withers, crumpled scrap paper, gathered with winds help
blue sky hovers, a gull never resting, unchanged by the winds blows
Fall gently fades, a rose frost covered, fleeing the winds chill
Winter is coming, bones they tell me, and wind laughs in the trees.
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