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Autumn leaves through the front door
Autumn leaves through the front door.
The frightened leaves of the cherry trees
Flee with the aid of the wintery breeze
Get caught up in the metal frame
Of the iron gate that stands tight shut.
Their autumnal hues and end of the year
Brittleness complete the picture
Of the end of one season
but also the beginning of
a time of renaissance.
Monday 26th February 2018 3:13 pm
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