The heart bleeds for the fallen leaves
The crunch under the stomping feet
Bores holes in the heart-a bleeding sieve
Matched by the blood spots
The fallen leaves weaved
On the branches, they bereaved
The yellowing leaves, their edges frayed
The rainbow leaves- nascent flowers of autumn
So subtly they turn a shade
The first shimmering glade
The earth loves to clad
Still the beauty of a garden
And its every withering blade.
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