This mornings’ light
Caught like all the
Dawns of yesterday
Reflects off the gently falling leaf
As it falls to asphalt floors
Gently scrapping up the hill
Pushed by the sound of the whippoorwill
November 24th, 2002
(Copywrite RL. Bussell-2006)
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I love this one.
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