Arching trees,
laid barren of the mistress,
whose guardian of the fall;
her burden heavy
lies in her branches
from the sigh of northern
wind whispering to
the leaf curl.
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Arching trees,
her burden heavy
wind whispering to
the leaf curl. A contest entry
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