Leaves love leaving tracks on the concrete.
What’s left of leaves, leaves with the autumn rains.
Leave us, autumn, until we are left with only the leaves, and the rain.
Let’s love the leaves, and leave love to the rain of autumn, lest only the concrete remain.
The tracks of autumn leaves
Filed under Seasons
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