Leaves blow in the breeze,
Taken from their trees,
Yet become free,

There's a type of magic,
In the air,
With a bit of fear,

But they land as their supposed too,
In a new space,
Obtaining such a place,

Twirling around,
Falling in sync,
They flutter down,

Intertwined,
Like grape vines,
For they are ripe,

They blossom and bloom,
Under shining moon beams,
Their love gleams,

For this beautiful poem,
Is a love story,
Of two leaves.

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈.

𓇢𓆸

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[Original Poem by- Dakotahstacy3]

This actually came really easy 🥹🍂🍃🫶

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Enjoy this incredible song 🥰🎧🎶

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And this one too- cause why not.

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