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Leaves and Falls
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Sunday Time is passing quickly
Summer into autumn
Leaves under the mailbox
Piling up on the ground
Sometimes when I miss you
I look for your letters
It can't make it better
But it’s like you’re around
Blues Tradition
The changing season set the poem up nicely and took me sailing into the loss. Crafted. Encountered the lamentation in the "...leaves under the mailbox, piling up..."
A lament
i dig a good lament.
this is one of them.
it leaves the reader with questions...
thats what great Poetry does man.
Me too.
Sad shit gets me. And thanks.
Indeed it does
thanks for putting out there for it to be seen.
not that it’s any sort of consolation...