Gone Are The Days

Gone Are The Days

A Poem by arcandon

A terrible day to be a leaf

aching inside

and crunching in the hills

crippled, and afraid

the tree it stepped from can no longer hold it

and having many friends this time of year

will sit in our hair knowing gone are the days

we drift.

© 2018 arcandon


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Added on September 16, 2018
Last Updated on September 16, 2018

Author

arcandon
arcandon

Toronto, Ontario, Canada



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