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Autumn

Leaves fall down slowly.

Rainbows form out of colour.

Conkers fall to the floor.

 

Bitter wind cutting corners.

the raging wind

hiding the muttering moon.

 

Chestnuts everywhere

being cooked in warm houses

and always happy.

 

The fireworks bang loudly.

Bonfires burning

with people all around.

 

Street stalls all around

Halloween decorations

and toffee apples

 

Birds fly high in the sky.

the fresh rain in the air.

The smell of damp air.

 

 

The rusty bike

The old ,rusty  bike has not been ridden in a very long time.

The wheels are like upset dogs howling in the memory of it’s owner.

The bell is enchanted with lots of lovely memories.

The peddles were as dusty as a top shelf.

Gears flick from right to wrong.

The chrome was shiny but now rusty and old.

The anxious seat is dirty and rusty.

The memory of joy and happiness have now ended.

The memory of the end and beginning all in one.