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Time of Change

It’s the time again,

The time of change,

The leaves change color,

The temperature grows colder,

And then you realize that the daylight is getting shorter,

It finally came,

the time of change.

The plants ceased making food,

Animals prepare for the long months ahead,

The leaves turn red,

And I see the bright and happy future I intend.

The pumpkins changed their taste,

More than thousands of varieties of apples are traced,

With thousands of people embraced by the weather,

The leaves begin to fall from the trees,

the birds leave,

The colours are unique,

Sepia, Russet, Amber, Scarlet, Crimson and Carmine,

And I stand at the window of my house,

As I long spread my hands,

Cause I know that these colors are all mine.

May 12, 2022, 2:03 p.m. 0 Report Embed Follow story
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Indrani Choudhary I, Indrani Choudhary, a 15-year-old from India, find joy in writing poems. Through my verses, I explores emotions and experiences, weaving my observations into thoughtful expressions. My work reflects a quiet passion for poetry, and I enjoys sharing my creative journey with others.

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