Wet Leaves of Summer
Wet leaves of summer
where death crept, silent and slow
And our palm held tears fell down
Covering each leaf
staining them with our sadness
the cold winds blow them away
8/15/17
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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