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Oct 2016
the wind turns my apple tree
into a victim, a lover banging
on a closed door of gnarled wood

a dance makes this ringing evening
singular, the leaves agree to fall
in the dull faith of  moving air,

they tell us about birth and departure,
about leaving together, about  stories
of ending as the sun arcs and protests
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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       bones, Denel Kessler, ---, L B, Corset and 18 others
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