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Our worth foretold, our hope devised
In the summer winds of change;
Until a cool wind moves the fallen leaves
Into drifts beneath the aging trees
Through a new day passed our lives intend,
As the twilight slips away,
Crying loud to the one who reads the book
Then folds its pages closed
Sweetly winds greet the coming fall,
As forever life hurries by;
Until now those autumn leaves descend
And lay silent beneath the aged trees
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2013
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