February 5, 2021January 23, 2021 Micropoetry – Falling (16) Micropoetry – Falling (16) The leaves fall, red into white Beauty on the breeze Yet sill it blows, the frigid wind And still it snows, still it falls And still it falls On me © Ann Bagnall 2014 Share this:EmailTweetPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
Sound cold but lovely.
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