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Early Fall Poem
the leaves fall
like crumpled
paper birds
early shadows
fold and
unfold with
the upturned
pulse of the trees
by tomorrow
the passing
rush of the geese
will have forgotten
our separate hands
the sound
of our footsteps
falling in and
out of time
like crumpled
paper birds
early shadows
fold and
unfold with
the upturned
pulse of the trees
by tomorrow
the passing
rush of the geese
will have forgotten
our separate hands
the sound
of our footsteps
falling in and
out of time
Published 30th Jul 2015
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