Fallen

On the ground:

dead,

brittle,

crumbling at a single touch,

coating the earth

with a variety of oranges, yellows, and reds.

The leaves of fall,

beautiful even in death.

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Posted on October 27, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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