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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 22

The creaking of the earth

The wind wraps me up

In its cold grip

Shaking me lightly

Swaying to the tune

The trees reaching toward Earth

Falling back into place

Hues of orange and red

Lighten my mood

A remembrance of joy

A reminder of gloom

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