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Category Archives: Emily Bronte

Fallen Leaves

Fall leaves fall, die flowers away, Lengthen night and shorten day, Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the Autumn tree… Emily Jane Bronte

Posted byKathy SimmonsNovember 21, 2021November 21, 2021Posted inAutumn, Beauty, Emily Bronte, Poetry, UncategorizedTags:Autumn, LIFE, Nature, Poetry1 Comment on Fallen Leaves
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