Fall

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by FoundAndLost1, Sep 17, 2006.

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  1. Withering petals
    now falling away from the sky
    Downward, I die
    I no longer see nor feel my own beauty
    No more to heal
    Even as I go back
    to the mother,
    as if there were any other,
    even as she welcomes me…


    FAL1
     
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