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FALLEN LEAVES
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FALLEN LEAVES A gentle
breeze
blew leaves
upon your
tree.
They clung
to the
branches,
refusing
to
surrender.
A violent
storm
appeared,
beat
against
your
branches.
Disturbing
the
leaves.
They
held
firm,
until
they
couldn't
hold
any
longer
The
pressures
of life, so
great
they fell
away
crying.
(c) copyright heather burns
I liked this.
I liked how you used the leaves as symbols.
One of your best H, a beautiful metaphor..strong in comparison,yet tender in deliberation..