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The death of leaves

The mighty wind buffets And the trees cry bitter tears I try to hang on to my limb "Don't let go!" shutting my eyes to the debris I'm torn loose, blown away through the empty air nothing to cling to panic sparks as I'm rolled over and over pulled this way................................... then that too much wide open space I'm battered against something solid breaking, cru mb ling into dry pieces I fall to the ground into a mass grave of mirror images. mirror images mirror images. mirror images

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Date: 4/7/2025 5:02:00 AM
Creative and descriptive plus also emotive winning work. Way to go. Congratulations on. Sara K
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Date: 4/6/2025 1:22:00 AM
Oh superb ending. Congratulations on your win dear poet. Cheers!!!
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Crystol Woods
Date: 4/6/2025 10:42:00 AM
Thank you so much! Xo

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