Soft light through the brush,
ember leaves kiss fading sun;
autumn’s heart burns red.
I create stories and poems, and am known for deleting them if I start finding them cringey.
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Oooo, I especially loved the second and third lines!
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Oooo, I especially loved the second and third lines!