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leaf                          misshapen                          shriveled once green               donned vibrant red disguise               to ward off lurking decay              fallen tendon of skeletal oak         hardened veins stand out from brittle flesh                   dull brown age spots on blackened stem              curled like death’s beckoning finger elasticity gone                     your smallest pieces granular near dust                           hearkened back unto your mother soil                       tomorrow’s wind will hurl you                          to another place                            or unthinking footsteps                             will grind you                        into                         no-                                    thing-                               ness '
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
Ode to a Dying Leaf
leaf                          misshapen                          shriveled once green               donned vibrant red disguise               to ward off lurking decay              fallen tendon of skeletal oak         hardened veins stand out from brittle flesh                   dull brown age spots on blackened stem              curled like death’s beckoning finger elasticity gone                     your smallest pieces granular near dust                           hearkened back unto your mother soil                       tomorrow’s wind will hurl you                          to another place                            or unthinking footsteps                             will grind you                        into                         no-                                    thing-                               ness '
lillian-hallberg
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
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