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Maple Leaf of Seasons End
The clock strikes midnight.
As the 12th hour sets in,
under moonlit, stars and space'n time.
The rough maple leaf of seasons end ventures from roots and bark.
Independently slow, floating high and saying goodbye.
Drifting along, passing time with winds so calm.
The leaf once so green and smooth as silk, loses luster and fades away into natures heavenly orchard.
The rough maple leaf of seasons end enters the afterlife, surrounded by wooden fences and cherry flora.
Regaining color, regaining life, staying smooth and shiny for all time.
As the 12th hour sets in,
under moonlit, stars and space'n time.
The rough maple leaf of seasons end ventures from roots and bark.
Independently slow, floating high and saying goodbye.
Drifting along, passing time with winds so calm.
The leaf once so green and smooth as silk, loses luster and fades away into natures heavenly orchard.
The rough maple leaf of seasons end enters the afterlife, surrounded by wooden fences and cherry flora.
Regaining color, regaining life, staying smooth and shiny for all time.
Published 13th Aug 2024
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