Red Leaves

    I Red leaves are like tendrils of hair to the trees. Wind whips their hair tendrils into mats at the tree’s base with the passing of summer to fall. II The leaves redness glows like a summer sun or as a hot branch on a bonfire in autumn burns, consumed by the fire but the red leaves […]

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  Blood   Thick but thin Viscous red Color bright Captures you Thoughts too We each bleed No one exempt Cut with knife Frustration too Cuts like knife And we bleed And bleed And bleed Leaving us dry To the bone Scars are left Few remember Fewer care We each find Our own way But […]

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