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Sep 2017
Do you ever wonder why,
leaves are most beautiful ,
when they're about to die?

Scortched red like fireflies,
they sail delicately across
the sullen sky.

But tussling against the whirlwind,
each little leaf dwindles.
Now breathless and wilted.
Disfigured and shriveled,
they kiss the grass and taste the soil.
Written by
Rebecca Ruth  21/F/UK
(21/F/UK)   
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     Pradip Chattopadhyay, Maria Zyka and ---
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