Dead Leaves

 

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.

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