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Crystal Freda Oct 2017
Leaves flee in the dusk
near a fine ending in this evening
bringing a musk
in the air in a fragrant mist.

Surpassing the land
lies radiant shades
held in the midrib or strand
fluttering and drifting in the wind.

Up high in the gentle breeze
leaves take flight and travel
Leaving their safe place in the trees
all embracing the taste nature brings.

— The End —