If only these colored leaves
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Or raked and bagged for trash
Or better yet,
If only these colored leaves
Of gold and red and orange–
Could stay filled with life
And be always green.
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Beautiful writing. This piece reminds me a bit of “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost, but better. 🙂
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Wow! Thank you!
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You’re welcome. You are a fabulous writer!
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There’s a different sort of beauty in the fallen. Very description and well-written!
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Thank you! I’m touched you think so.
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