the burnt leaf,
bleeds its end
scavenged to anonymity
powered by deceit
lasted the mystic woods
enamoured by its profanity
softened by its touch
been ripped to rupture
roots they say
soil it forever,
fumes they brave,f
or days together
alas brevity
beats it to death
shaken this time
from green to red
distances across
tattered to fall
that one swing
and the final rop
the bleeding leaves
calls no mercy
carcasses its individuality
this autumn, sheds only fatality!
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