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...
Friday 5th February 2016 3:57 am
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