Golden Brown.
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Rebecca Navarre
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Soft pink petals blowing in
the breeze. Falling down,
surrounding me. Sun setting.
Can't keep the tears from,
falling down, in streams.
Heart pumps.
Rapids, pound.
Dreams, dream.
Sometimes without a sound.
Seasons change, their
melodies around. The
leaves, falling now. In
tints of light, are
golden brown.
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