They still are leaves
They are brown leaves
Still hanging from a tree
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sonya, i found the hidden metaphor of human life and enjoyed your poem immensely...thanks for sharing, dear....
the theme here is the uncertainty of life...interwoven with the sweetness of life that gets lived out- colors good write...meaningful...10
In your brown leaves, one can hear the whisper of eternity. Excellent, Sonya. Always your friend, Sandra
you are a beautiful writer! great imagry inspiring words attatched to as simple things as leaves. beautiful!
for me, the 'brown leaves' represent so many things... please share this one to as many as you can... thanks!