Rain falls down, gently to the ground, like fine crystal thread, exquisite and bright.
Watery leaves swing, shining while singing, in a low voice, a song of Autumn.
Petals scatter down, with the soft hands of rain, floating away happily, to the rapid stream.
Mist comes up, from the deep dawn, covering the morning sun, like thin velvet.
I sigh heavily, in front of the window. For I have never seen, such warm rain in fall.
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keep up the good work ! Now you have fans! you inspire me to try too...I am giong to do one about my grandmother who was once my very best friend...growing up in the tennessee hills.(U.S) Happy NEW Year! I will post it as I write. If you want to read see ...Georgia in Tennessee, in the posts in a little while...i will do it now. Bye! Keep writing! :D