AN: This is my second FictionPress poem. The last one was sucky. I hope this is better(shorter, but better) Oh, and btw, i just wrote a really cool story(or so I think)
Colours raining down from the sky
dried up leaves flowing by.
Oh how I dearly welcome brisk feeling in the air
the new wind, blowing through my hair.
The way leaves crumple beneath my feet
and the rays of sunlight disappearing in defeat.
This is how I know autumn is near.
How I know autumn is hear
Review por favor?