Change falls from pockets, upside down
But slowly moves through the threads of moments past
Gentle breezes follow, providing nudges forward from behind
A refreshing encounter, a history of gale winds in the opposite direction
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Autumn leaves fall, oranges and reds whirl to a silent melody
Creating a familiar scent without words to describe
Muted to the ears, but not the touch
Layers shed, unencumbered go I
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