these dark dead leaves
are last year’s scattered dancers
exhausted from their history
lost to rhyme and time
forgotten even by their trees
as we too one day will be
these dark dead leaves
are last year’s scattered dancers
exhausted from their history
lost to rhyme and time
forgotten even by their trees
as we too one day will be
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