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Falling

Cherry colored leaves have a magic relationship with autumn air.  
They fall with a graceful nonchalance, not a single care.  
They are meant to fall, they knew it all along.  
No need to despair.  
They cascade to a lonely unheard song.  
In my heart there is a dusty tomb.  
For the dead blooms.  
For all the disillusioned pieces I hoard of you.  
Gathered around bleeding crimsin soul shaped leaves.  
A hint of beauty to ease the grief.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
Published | Edited 14th Sep 2023
Author's Note
The fall is my favorite time of year.
Many more poems to come......
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