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Heartbreaking In Leaves
A tree birthed in girl's heart behind the window
Wherever, however, old Aspens are made —
And God was in green's time, Christ coming in gold.
The solo leaf that before my look just swayed —
She dropped in the dark, though would her lost life grow.
While at Autumn's end, I remember her shade —
Tree limbs reach for my womb, but never lift up
From where my hands feel, leaves come in unborn touch
Copyright ©
Paige Hind
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