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Autumn Haiku by Sofia

A cold teddy sits

on a polished windowsill

Looking for its owner

 

Sinister black crows laugh

from an icy wet grey tree

high in the garden

 

Conkers crack in the

bitter air freezing to death

leaves fall drifting down

 

slowly in their grief

they die forever-lonely

on the forest floor.

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