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Dead Leaves (a villanelle)

And the leaves of fall in a grand tree wither down

The wind howls and one by one whisks the leaves away

They become frail and turn brown

 

Darkness covers the sky and the land like a heavy gown 

Sunshine tries to seep through the clouds but the sky is still grey

And the leaves of fall in a grand tree wither down

 

The water comes flooding and the tree might drown

Some fo...

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