Dead leaves at my knees
Pleadingly pleas repeatedly, for
Dead leaves remind me
Of times in trees, time in freeze.
Dead leaves me in silence.
My branches hang in suspense.
Dead leaves but new loves grow.
We all eventually fall below.
Jared is from Florida and currently resides there studying English at the University of Central Florida. In his free time, Jared enjoys staring into the distance and pondering life. Here on poetrydivided, Jared writes poetry and short stories.
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Wow, love the word play = D
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Thank you!
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