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Burying Leaves

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The ray of light is filtered through
a guarded window.

The spirit of self sacrifice.
The autumn has lost her fairest blooms.

I see you stand among the snow drifts today.
Too old too talk.

To banish demons from a heart where searing
memories dwell.

I won't stay to count the price,
Faith must mount on a broken wing.

White curls aflutter.
The yellows painted by the snow,
burying leaves of autumn days.

Into the treasury of my shelves.
What does it matter if I laugh?

Nature ages through the years.

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