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drifting into fall,
shades of crimson, gold, amber,
Autumn's quiet call.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
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Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
quiet about the wounds
loud about the healing
drifting into fall,
shades of crimson, gold, amber,
Autumn's quiet call.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
quiet about the wounds
loud about the healing
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This poem really breathes, almost like a whisper. I think that has to do with the fact that it is a haiku and it rhymes. Very well done.