The leaves of fallen words
Leaves falling from trees a picture of autumn
auburn foliage without a goal blown about a bit
then it rains and the crumble into soil their duty
done now they can be forgotten
Poetry is like that drifting about mostly unread,
but if a poem touches a heart, makes someone laugh
or in Sam`s case cry, the job is done and the poet
who wrote it can be forgotten.
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