I Smell Fall Although We Are In Summertime Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

It smells Fall
In its beauty, but
We are completely in
Summertime...
It is not windy outside, but
I smell that pretty season
Whereas we see fallen leaves
Here and there...
We love to be in Autumn, but
We are in Summertime...
We smell something that
Looks-like something else...
It's just a pretty sensation that
There is something within
Something else just to feel it
Gladly and happily...
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