Poetry

autumn

she bathed in the leaves of autumn. drenched in ruby red and taupe, she burned alive under a fading summer sky of sienna and embers ✨🍂🍁    

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do you stay up late, thinking of me? wrapped up in your insecurities, why don't you abandon all doubt and just be, with me?🌙 @amateur_poet