Leaves Poem by abe molloy

Leaves



Oh, brown leaves

Death of autumn,

Lifeless and decayed

Nature’s mortem



Leaves shear my face,

I hold you in my hand,

Your decayed shell,

Your destiny planned



Tired man walking,

Orange shadows,

Through rustling landscapes,

Through autumnal hollows

Thursday, October 24, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,destiny,landscapes,leaves
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