brown journeyA Poem by DorothyParker
there stands upon the last breath
brownish yellow leaf. it touches ground to welcome death returning favors. it knows midspring dance will do upon accustomed earth. Rebirth the lost souls covered in crushed salt stripped of mirth.
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Added on November 3, 2016 Last Updated on November 3, 2016 Author
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