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Fragile leaves O’ Autumn
Stop In The Wind To Hum
As They Waningly Fade
Across The Forgotten BLADE
As The Shaded pIle
Sits Forgotten As A File
The Moon And Sun Pass
Like My Song Is Crass
I Hear The leaves In The Air Glisten
Like My Shallow, Declaring Pin
Of My Name’s Grand Descent
Where I Am Easily Spent
My Eye No Longer Hears
Your Harsh Lemon Cut Tears
Murderously Enchanted Upon
My Stubborn Given Con
When Is The Truth And
Where Is The Truth’s Hand
If Not The Winds Allow Ponder
To The leaves; Faux Truth Can Wander
About the Creator
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I liked this Owen. Congrats on your first poem on Vocal! Keep writing.
Hope any of y’all like my first poem on here! ❤️