Color Me Red, Autumn ~ ~ Color me red and tickle my sight Let your leaves shed accents of sunrise light ~ Dance leaves dance and embrace the breeze Boast the seasons prance of the shedding trees ~ O rooted mother let your little ones go Next years another new season, new show ~ Orange burnt , Yellow bold a warning, for the next season of bitter cold and snowflake fest
Writer's Block Blank paper, how you nerve me so Ink that only yearns to show A scribble, a dot, a concrete thought It's what my nimble fingers sought. A word, a sentence, a one-of-a-kind A line, a runway for my mind An empty space, a chance to express Memories, confessions, and thoughts of distress O edgy letters, and soft-spoken words Fill up this blank paper and ease my nerves.
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