Dead leaves fall
Blowing
In the breeze
Falling to the grass
Floating
In the stream.
Dead leaves fall
Gathering
On the deck
And
Beneath barren trees.
Dead leaves fall
While children
Laugh
As they frolic in those
Now dead leaves.
That fell
That
Fall.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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I always loved to roll around in them. 🙂
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You know what, I never did. They looked wet, dead and messy. Maybe it’s a ‘Girl’ thing eh? 🙂
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😀 I bet it is… cause it does get messy. 😀
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Thought so – BUT – Bet it’s fun! 🥳
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Hahaha — yes, it was — until my mother got a hold of me. 😀
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HAH!
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