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Apr 2019
Fine red, grinch green leaves, fall gently from the long lived trees.
Gliding silently through the fridgid breeze, until laid with ease.
Silently they stumble down, resting amongst the humble ground.
Creating a carpet rich and rare, amongst life without any care.
Written by
Sabrina Louise Owen
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