Burnt red

Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

Late November,trees still shed burnt leaves

They gently swirl and fly tossed on the breeze

The birds pretend alarm and fly about.

Play the flute and entertain no doubts

Published by Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation

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