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The Path to Winter (from the perspective of a leaf)
I hold on, afraid to let go,
to leave the only home I know
I watch the other leaves dance to the ground
I hear them die as the crunch sounds
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Loves
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Love, Like Light, Like a Rose
Love
Is like light
Is like a rose
Growing from the darkened depths
Of a blackened bramble
Climbing through the soil
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Constellations of Friendship
Hair tucked behind ears,
Cheeks pink and glowing,
Smiles illuminated by the sun,
Weeping willow branches cascading like poetry
Onto fluttered-closed eyelashes;
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