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The Black Leaves
Softly as the wind through beech
Bare feet tread upon the grass
The black leaves are out of reach
The ghosts of evening rustle past
An ice-cream jingle hits the graves
Unwanted as a winter's kiss
It drives on and far away
Leaving the nocturnal bliss
It kills me now that we're apart
Our love flew high and out of reach
Everybody dies of a broken heart
Softly as the wind through beech
Published 23rd Aug 2024
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Anonymous
23rd Aug 2024 6:01pm
Poignant but beautiful poem...love the rhythm...the verses flow with a gentle cadence
23rd Aug 2024 7:54pm
Thanks for reading it.
I walked about my old home town.
Had a flood of nostalgia.
Regards James
I walked about my old home town.
Had a flood of nostalgia.
Regards James
23rd Aug 2024 9:44pm
24th Aug 2024 00:47am
Thanks for reading
The leaves of the copper beech were very dark
Regards James
The leaves of the copper beech were very dark
Regards James
