Green leaves shedding its life, turning from orange to red.
Beautifully complimenting the sky, the colors that bled.
Cinnamon sparks the smell of the apple cider.
Wrapping around the fuzzy quilt, sitting beside the fire.
Watch as the flames lick and crack before our eyes.
Sipping on the warmth, yet feeling chilly to my surprise.
Give me your arms, let them enfold a shivering me.
Having the fire inside now, 'cause you don't feel what I see.
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