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Aug 2015
Caramel leaves fell as the wind shifted,
to spell the first days of Autumn.
The sun was shot westward,
hovering over the blue marble
as it radiated with playful heat
that waned out of sharp boredom.
One by one, each tree became bare
like the sound of a lonely metronome.
And within the cold isolation,
each tree said it found peace.
Where are your leaves?
Mark Parker
Written by
Mark Parker  Elkins, WV
(Elkins, WV)   
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