Poem -
'twas a season of aching.
It's over now
stop falling,
The naked tree
Looking down
upon the ground,
The leaves below
Had nowhere to go,
They fell so hard
and fast,
'Twas a season
Of aching, But now
its over at last
for autumn is gone
and winter is here
Stop falling now
for another year.
nardine Sanderson 01/06/2015.
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