Nothing to do
Nothing to see
The cold closes in
Silencing me
Bored as a leaf
Up on a tree
A breeze drifting by
Shaking me free
I fall to the ground
What now do I see
Piles of leaves
That look just like me
Lost in the crowd
In the shade of the tree
The cold closes in
Smothering me
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A Peek Behind The Veil
PoetryA collection of poetry that takes a deeper look at life experiences.
