The Edge of Seasons

when one season exhales, another breathes in

By Emmie FalboPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

Summer’s final wave.

Her leaves curl into silence.

Autumn’s first hello.

Haiku

About the Creator

Emmie Falbo

Just living my life one chapter at a time! Inspired by the world with the intention to give it right back. I love creating realms from my imagination for others to interpret in their own way! When I am not here, you can find me reading♡

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The Edge of Seasons

when one season exhales, another breathes in

About the Creator

Emmie Falbo

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