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The throes.
Fall, Falling, Fallen.
Leaves tentatively clawing.
Hesitation from the sky;
A forgotten home, a distant memory high.
While contender blades grapple with their tender bodies.
While deathly rakes rip grass roots from tamped earth.
A movement that left life fruitful, but fading-
Amongst the last greenery. At last, flatly they laid.
Awaiting inevitably, into the season of eternal shade.
Leaves tentatively clawing.
Hesitation from the sky;
A forgotten home, a distant memory high.
While contender blades grapple with their tender bodies.
While deathly rakes rip grass roots from tamped earth.
A movement that left life fruitful, but fading-
Amongst the last greenery. At last, flatly they laid.
Awaiting inevitably, into the season of eternal shade.
Published 18th Oct 2018
| Edited 2nd Dec 2018
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