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Fall (version ll)
Little brown Leaves
While surfing the sky,
Wither and wander,
Then crumble and die.
Flecks fill the fallows as
Winds whisper goodbye,
Muffling the sound of
The Rain's final cry.
Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2011-02-18 at 08:21
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