If only these colored leaves
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Could be caught,
Snatched gently
By careful hands
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Somehow preserved,
Rather than fall, lifeless
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By careless winds,
Shoved to the ground
With murderous violence
To be trampled and ground to dust
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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