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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
Writing Across Cultures
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Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her
blinds, cascading onto her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting...
17 hours ago
1 comment:
I love this poem! Wow. Especially the last stanza.
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