Ephemeral Fire

A Haiku on Autumn’s Vanishing Splendor

By David MPublished 5 months ago • 1 min read

Golden leaves cascade

whispers ride the autumn breeze

beauty fades to dusk

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Seema Patelabout a month ago
Loved it.

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