Girl in Red

Ah autumn, how wonderfully fair,
With rain, with puddles, and cranes in the air.
Your beauty, unmatched, in its golden display,
As leaves flutter down in a shimmering ballet.

Autumnal flowers adorn every bed,
While wrought iron benches invite hearts to be led.
Street lamps are glowing, casting soft light,
And a girl in red walks, a magnificent sight.

In high-heeled allure, with a hat perched just so,
She twirls with her umbrella, as breezes do blow.
Oh, the charm of this season, both tender and bold,
In the heart of the autumn, pure magic unfolds.


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