Suddenly, there is a strong wind storm.
When strong gusts blow, they steal away many autumn leaves.
Trees are bent, their branches try to hang on for their bumpy rides.
Yellow leaves are sad because of their forceful farewell.
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I enjoy very much your poem Thousand Awaiting Arms. It is very interesting.
Even this is part of life cycle, it's hard to see the separation.Nhien