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Autumn in hyde park

A

Wilting veins

Of leaves

Crumpled brown,

Swirl together.

Kissing briefly,

Touching, as

The swirling wind

Scatters them

Into huddles

Beneath the seats

Or, piles

For toddlers to toss.

While newly naked

Trees stretch,

Leaf freed limbs

In the dancing wind.

Sounds of decay,

The symphony of this

Season, settling into

Autumnal sleep.

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