Written, September 19, 2025 For the International Contest, Perhaps, A Poem Sponsor John Lawless
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I find you beneath an ancient tree, in winter your names I cannot see; I think fall is the nicest time of year, for the watercolor hues in my mind sear. I come with flowers on a pretty day, following a winding pathway; then, for days I dream at night, with tears until morns first light-
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