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All that is gold
Autumn winds dance
Enticing flora to descend
Surrounded by leaves of gold
A trees bow bends
A breeze once playful
Now cold and harsh
Taking all that's golden
No reason or remorse
Bracing against the wind
Branches grow limp
Weeping for lost gold
Grieves the Willow from within
Enticing flora to descend
Surrounded by leaves of gold
A trees bow bends
A breeze once playful
Now cold and harsh
Taking all that's golden
No reason or remorse
Bracing against the wind
Branches grow limp
Weeping for lost gold
Grieves the Willow from within
Published 1st Jul 2015
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