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 The autumn leaves fall slowly from the trees,
drifting down to the ground... 
like the memories of old lovers that grow        weaker with time.               
Waiting for the leaves to dry, and drift
Away on the wind.               
Hoping that they will sink
back Into the earth
to once again
feed the tree
with the love
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Tara Shapley-Jerabek More than 1 year ago
This poem is about that sad, longing feeling comes over me when i realize that my greatest love affairs are such distant memories that at times i find it hard to see his face anymore. Hoping someday that the longing and passionate love i had will morph itself into something else. that maybe it will help regenerate my capacity for loving others and myself. So glad that I have loved and lost. I never would have grown this much if i hadn't.
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Megan Mckinney More than 1 year ago
Very nice and lovely. well done.
Lorraine Rohtmets More than 1 year ago
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