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Fall (...a revision)
by Clara Mae GregoryLittle brown Leaves
While surfing the sky,
Wither and wander,
Then crumble and die.
Flecks fill the fallows as
The winds whisper goodbye,
Muffling the sound of
The Rain's final cry.
02/18/2011
Author's Note: I decided to revise the original version of this poem because of a reader making a nice comment from another site. When I went back and reread the work, I decided I didn't quite like it and thought maybe I could improve it and I came up with this version.Since I have been suffering from a case of mild writer's block recently, it felt good to want to revise some of my old work, which most of it needs because I write alot of things directly from my brain and immediately record what's flowing, raw and unedited, even and especially after I have done a vocabulary word study and search for unique and rarely used words.
Posted on 02/18/2011
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