chums

Autumn

It’s now turning cold gradually

the sun will not shine furiously

the winter is set to prevail

the summer is fading

the loaded trees are now yielding

the pale leaves are now falling

the garden’s beauty is splashed

the gorgeous flowers are perished

fields are turned yellow

                                     no more visitors for the meadow

chums are down with flu

It is now the barren Autumn!

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