Fallen To Die

The leaves die like the heat of summer

By Marie381Uk Published 4 months ago • 1 min read

By George’s Girl 2025

Fallen To Die

Fallen leaves gather

A lone robin surveys them

Autumn holds its breath

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Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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Mark Graham4 months ago
What do you suppose that the Robin is thinking? Is it time to fly or not. Good job.

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