This is a part of a poem that you can read on my Buy Me A Coffee.

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The sound of crunching golden brown leaves fills my ears

As my boots hit the ground for my customary evening walk.

The swallows song wafts from the trees

Along with the smell that the season has a copyright on.

-Armaan

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