Joy
Is pink,
Flush
On your cheeks;
The shrub that shivers
In its autumnal seat.
Crispy
Green leaves
To alchemic gold,
The sunlight whispers
It breathes in the cold.
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Joy
Is pink,
Flush
On your cheeks;
The shrub that shivers
In its autumnal seat.
Crispy
Green leaves
To alchemic gold,
The sunlight whispers
It breathes in the cold.
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