MapleA Poem by Leslie Philibertas it is..the back of a mirror, leaves turn into flames and after the walking you shake your coat like a wet dog; the rain waters your smile, you trail autumn into the hall
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3 Reviews Added on November 18, 2017 Last Updated on November 18, 2017 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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