Category: Communication

The poem I have chosen is the falling leaves. You saw brown leaves dropping from the tree. In a forest was lots of brown leaves falling from the trees with a season called Autumn with all life of plants dying out and waiting for a couple of mouths for a new life called spring. The…

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