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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 forces see the leaves and know it will not see the sun of May

They become frail and turn brown

 

The fearsome forces want the tree to be under the town

All the leaves in the tree and the tree itself plans to stay and be okay

And the leaves of fall in a grand tree wither down

 

The tree is not so grand anymore, it gave up its nature's crown

The tree that once gave beautiful leis, now is sad and fray

They become frail and turn brown

 

From birth she was meant to smile but now can only frown

When she looks at what nature has done to the tree, she finds it hard to see it live another day

And the leaves of fall in a grand tree wither down

The become frail and turn brown

gloomy poemssad poetry

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Adam Whitworth

Fri 5th Feb 2016 12:47

well done

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