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The crisp, cold air
didn’t hesitate to freeze my lungs,
as I breathe in
and sigh.
From the base of the tree,
everything seemed golden,
from the ground
to the sky.
A soft breeze
starts the song of the trees
as their saturated leaves
tremble.
I close my eyes
as the sun warms
my colorless skin.
Another breeze follows, gently pulling my hair,
giving motion
to my long, brown waves
like an ocean.
It died down
and I open my eyes.
The sky painted itself red,
blood dripping down from the heavens.
Cold seeps into my bones,
as the sun says goodbye.
And though I do not want to leave,
I know I’ll be back another time.
