🌞Summer has breathed its last,
The color was a sigh,
Heat-bright ray,
Yellow-hot branches.
Breath of blue spilled,
It flowed from the sky into the river,
The wind touched the branches,
He sprinkled leaves from the branch,
In the soft green grass
Tangled the solar ribbon.
And the bird's disagreement
He was entertained by rest.
Trees in a dance circle,
Autumn they feel.🍁🍁🍁
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