Dream of Fall-Ing
I see it’s raining leaves,
The trees are getting bare;
A carpet on the ground.
I dose off in my chair,
And have the strangest dream:
Our cities swallowed whole,
The world submerged in leaves,
And nowhere left to go!
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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