Crisp, golden leaves drink
in sunlight and break underfoot
into pieces like ripped
bits of paper dried with ink.
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-Alina
Golden Leaves (poem #305)
Month: September 2018
The Night Opens (poem #304)
The night opens,
a flower petal falls.
There are only enough
birds to fill the sky.
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-Alina