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Autumn leaves fly
in the wind, blow
across the land, crumble
under foot, and color
soil in shades alive.
Pages flutter,
as books are read,
folio all, tapestry
of words, sprinkle
silently across sight.
People wisp away
from our life, littering
memory with faint
remnants, crumbling heart,
and stalling soul.
© 2009 Lisa G. Beaudoin
Take Five Interview: Yasmin Angoe and BEHIND THESE FOUR WALLS
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[image: Yasmin Angoe and Behind These Four Walls]Happy New Year, WU! For
our first T5 of the year, we’re very excited to bring you an inside look at
the ...
22 hours ago
1 comment:
I love this poem! Wow. Especially the last stanza.
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