In This Swirl Of Leaves
In this swirl of leaves
Of dark bewitchment
Wears them for a cloak, drabber
Common cold blown mopes
A soul, by Death's hand
Bereaved, driven mad.
Windless, do yet catch a wail
Midst the tattered hopes.
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