Winterscore ©
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
You are gone, everyday
You are gone, everyday
Adds to yesterday's height
Some tree leaves won't fall, stuck
Like starlings in fixed flight
Not clinging to places
Each one, a slipping shawl
Life's ornaments fall from
The bough, cradle and all
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