“Marvelous darling”

Called the old witch

Sitting on her doorstep

As I ran down the street

To find more red leaves

“Into fall’s hands we rest”

She murmured as I 

Ran back to show her

Three deep maroon maple leaves

I stared at the lovely

Colors

And imagined a world

Where magic existed.

“It does”

The old lady smiled.

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital. 

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