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Dead Leaves

My tears fall, every one a dead leaf, I am as a lonely tree, bereft, Leaf-tears to symbolise my grief, My tears fall, every one a dead leaf. And now I stand with nothing left, This blow has shattered self-belief, An axe blow my poor soul has cleft, And spring will bring me no relief, For in despair I would as lief Surrender foliage to its bitter thief, My nakedness sans bitter sheaf, My tears fall, every one a dead leaf.

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Date: 8/31/2020 12:31:00 PM
Beautiful and so movin. Thank you
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Beth Evans
Date: 9/1/2020 2:10:00 AM
Thanks very much, Tansy, I appreciate it.