the leaves are falling from the trees
I hear the houses moan and breathe
as the laughing wind flows through the streets
it whispers to me
the leaves rustle, crackle and crunch
animals scurry,hurry and munch
the crisp smell of winter gives me a hunch
Its coming for me
there are pumpkins on the stairs
i grab a hat ,a scarf, prepare
the cold raises up my hair
its waiting for me
winter is coming when all things die
i stand still and close my eyes
i know this time i will survive
it hears me
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Poem / Horror
Poem / Poetry
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