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Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Ram
Her Comforting Beauty
Autumn’s beauty finally comes
upon the rolling hills.
With fiery reds and golden hues
the dying leaves she gilds.
She colours the darkness of death
from all our eyes to see
To fill our hearts and minds
with what ought not to be.
When her season’s over
with a gentle breath she blows
Upon the trees’ last gilded leaves
unto the fallen snows.
Prompt: Unknown