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Love Is Dead

Love is like a golden brown leaf

falling to the ground.

Falling, twirling, drifting,

toward that spot on the Earth.

Clinging on to the bare branches for

dear life.

It has lost its lovely green colour.

It has lost its beautiful glow.

Crunch, crunch, crunch

is the sound of thick,

Winter boots treading peacefully

across it.

It is now but shreds,

waiting for Spring to come,

alas, so it may be pure once more.

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