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The Last Leaf
Winter whispers in late autumn shadows
Freeing the ghost of my breath to the night
Preceding my way they hurry me along
Aching bones seeking hearths welcome sight
Trees once joyful now stand bare of life
Save for one last leaf refusing its fate
Like the last ticket spent it soon must fall
Its admission paid to the nothing that awaits
Too soon the seasons sprint through the day
My past and future swiftly joining hands
Embracing who I was while allowing my fall
Like the last leaf I finally understand
Great write
KS
Thanks, glad you enjoyed
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
This is so good, it's what I
This is so good, it's what I believe true poetry is all about. Beautiful images, good flow and paints a picture one can relate to. Smashing, love it Sue xx.
Thankyou, I appreciate the
Thankyou, I appreciate the same qualities in your writing. I emulate to write as well as you do someday.