Little orange leaves
Gathered and quaking,
Upon the tree
The wind is shaking -
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Rest awhile on a pile of leaves and close your eyes and dream the dream they all must dream of flying to the skies.
Yes all that will come to pass, excellent poetry my friend, a ten.
Yes all that will come to pass, excellent poetry my friend, a ten.
love this one... no more than falling leaves, but no less! we return to the source again!
i like this poem which was written in an imaginative way.keep it up