Autumn LeavesA Poem by Bare treesThose dry withered dancers can flourish their skills, on streets, and rooftops, and sun-shaded hills. On sun-filtered sidewalks past burning bush flowers, tempestuous winds dance with them, for hours. © 2024 Bare treesReviews
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