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Leaves on the Ground


November in a teacup
Looking up at your face
Our set of changes 
Our own autumn 
Pizzicato motion feels
Pleasure inside my sound
When Love lies above me 
Leaves on the ground

Ron Kempton

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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