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Posted by on Dec 23, 2017 in Poetry | 1 comment

The Maple Oak and Beech

The maple oak and beech
Cling to their dead leaves
Like devastated lovers
When the body lies in reach
And there is no mind,
Curled, rattling in the wind,
Swinging like paper dolls in a line,
Copper hands printed on the sky.

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