Dead Leaves

Dead leaves glide down

carressing the ground with colors

as the season changes.

About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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1 Response to Dead Leaves

  1. Neeks says:

    What lovely poetry you write. Love the Haiku, it is strangely compelling. Always mmmm, what’s a good word…sumptuous. 🙂 I can just see the bright colors of the leaves in your poem. Nice.

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