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Song Of Haunting Leaves
As Autumn falls from the antebellum trees,
airborne, a winter's song of haunting leaves.
Strangled and hung on a cold winter's bed
clinging to the night's knotted hole branches.
Lying in pools beneath me, taunting me with
shadows, naked, bare, and flaunting.
Watching with eyes of mysterious reads,
daunting the twilight with ghostly ballet.
airborne, a winter's song of haunting leaves.
Strangled and hung on a cold winter's bed
clinging to the night's knotted hole branches.
Lying in pools beneath me, taunting me with
shadows, naked, bare, and flaunting.
Watching with eyes of mysterious reads,
daunting the twilight with ghostly ballet.
Published 5th Jun 2023
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