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Dead Leaves
Dead Leaves
You once grew green
On lofty branches
Defiant against the clouds
Fluttering in the breeze
But now the tree has gone
Just a pale ghost of memory
And the sky is dominant
In my front windows
Your first death was brittle
Old man skeleton scratching
Whipping up your decline
In whorls of frustration
And when the rain came
Like falling tears
...Tuesday 4th February 2020 12:37 pm
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