Don Rearden
- Apr 25, 2018
- 1 min read

The Rising Leaves 🍁

crinkling and cackling as they swirl zombie leaves take form rise from the dead and dirt raging against life lifting into the sky once more towards trees that once held them loved them, discarded them with winter and so much spring sun budding anew break the bows tears the trunks uproot the unkind

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