Maple
Has taken off her emerald gown,
and put on a dress of pure shimmering gold,
that sparkles in the bright sun this chilly Autumn day,
she sways and flutters and dances in the cold Fall breeze
oh but soon, Maple, will be wearing a lovely snow white cloak.
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October 30, 2016
Poetry/Visual Verse/Maple
Copyright Protected, ID 16-844-632-0
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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