Wives Lament Over All Who've Died.
Slide Feet Atop The Natural Beauty Atop All The Grass.
Glass Statue, Over There, That Seems 2 Stare @ This Autumn Phenomenon.
Acorn Or Pecan.
Emotion, As Such Touching Colors, So Easily Seen.
Obscene Teens Getting It On, All MiXXXed Up N Them, N A Backyard.
Lord, As The Dried Leaves, Again, Fall On Me, Ur Presence Is Bonafide.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 4th, 2021 12:48
- Comment from author about the poem: Just Honoring Fall/Autumn B4 It's Over With.
- Category: Nature
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