Dash through the pale gray autumn leaves
Twilight falls on the tree's brown knees
Bright black ravens in the spinning sky
Feathers drift in October's eye.
Lone, still roads full of pumpkin's vines
Glimmering gold with their rough, round rinds
Feel each slow footstep ring through the mist
Cheeks soft and cool with a frostbite's kiss.
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