Painful Falls
It's nature's will in Autumn trees—
To slip out of offbeat colors.
There lay crushed prose he saw through her.
My unattached ground still does bleed
From raked walks on lanes— those who leave.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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