fallen
one last leaf
hangs on for dear life
before taking leave
our breasts heave
amid swaying of
golden sheaves
sun ripe, weaving
one last dream
before joining
flowing on
burnished
autumnal stream
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2022-12-04 at 01:19
Tags Galateus Crypticbard Arquious
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