The might of lifehonors thewaning sun of Autumn be-decking the landscapein a fancy blaze of tangerine. — Tara Estacaan
The might of lifehonors thewaning sun of Autumn be-decking the landscapein a fancy blaze of tangerine. — Tara Estacaan
The might of lifehonors thewaning sun of Autumn be-decking the landscapein a fancy blaze of tangerine. — Tara Estacaan
The might of lifehonors thewaning sun of Autumn be-decking the landscapein a fancy blaze of tangerine. — Tara Estacaan
The might of lifehonors thewaning sun of Autumn be-decking the landscapein a fancy blaze of tangerine. — Tara Estacaan
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The might of lifehonors thewaning sun of Autumn be-decking the landscapein a fancy blaze of tangerine.

— Tara Estacaan
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More “Autumn” Quotes

Sure, Manda knew that the tree wasn’t actually dead. Mrs. Evans, her teacher, taught her that some trees lose their leav — Julie B. Campbell, Finding Manda's Sunshine
It looks like fallen petals, and it looks like rain. It looks like the sounds the birds make at dawn. It looks like the — D. Smith Kaich Jones
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I remember watching those balloons as a little boy, each fall, wondering if someday I, too, would be nothing but a ballo — Kenny Porpora, The Autumn Balloon
You must remain. I must depart.Two autumns falling in the heart. — Buson
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Sad, slow music in the small hours of the morning isn't just sad and slow music. It's a narration. And through the myria — Dave Matthes, Sleepeth Not, the Bastard
Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn. — J. Aleksandr Wootton, Forgetting: impressions from the millennial borderland
The ocean-blue bowl won’t refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back from the gaping earth-wounds.There will still come water, — Bryana Johnson, Having Decided To Stay
All seasons are beautifully filled with splendid wonders. — Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!