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When Autumn Leaves Die
This leaf an arm from its tree Which reached out for But wasn’t freed It fell, like she fell Down two more floors Then the one where she was supposed to stand Wind raked through a blush of veins And spread like hair on her face A hand like her had fallen short Of holding on and holding fort Eyes that look upon blurry face witness it fall With sunflower grace of movement Forever slow She witnesses as host of all This loss of glow Finally, a pull of gaunt Dragging vestige pulled her forth She had fallen she had fell Now she stands among herself Hand in her own hair she pulls it to her own And eye of tree which does not see witnesses The hand which held it had been long gone And forgotten pulse had forsworn host So ghostly death of amber leaf Looked down upon its image And dragged its hands through dying veins As rotting wood and greying hands Took visage of a rotting home From eye of wood detached from hand And so therefore detached from soul Witness grace from separate brains And witness that grace die
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