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heidi Nov 2024
The leaves have yellowed,
marking the end of the year.
They fall from their branches.
heidi Nov 2024
A frog makes his home
in the hollow of a tree
where he sings all night
heidi Nov 2024
leaves falling from their branches
soaring through the air
before painting the ground orange
heidi Sep 2024
there’s a melancholy tune
from the shallow end
pulls me in, broken-hearted
heidi Aug 2024
like bursts of sunshine
dandelions poke their heads out
through fields of green grass
heidi Aug 2024
watching the clouds float
listening to chirping birds
i feel a calmness
heidi Aug 2024
The time before time
there was no such thing as hate
Just pure energy
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