Twirling in the wind falls a red leaf
dried from the cold air, it shivers
traces of brown fray the edge
scarred from winter, it crys
snow begins to fall
covering a
frigid
grave
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Poor leaf....
Written February 14th, 2005
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excellent~
A beautiful Nonet
And I am like Haran I remember putting wax paper on them ironing them just to keep them pretty
Odd I had forgotten that until I saw that above comment
Nicely done and nice to meet you also
Hugs
Susan~~~
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I like this, with the reservation that leaves don't cry. It seems to invalidate the rest somehow. Perhaps if you had done something to make the leaf's perfonification more real before that line, it wouldn't stand out so much.
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Yes, poor leaf, very well expressed I remember as a child putting them in wax paper and ironing them, just to save their beauty. well done, Ann
Edited on Feb 15, 1:51 p.m. because ''.
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