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These leaves fall like dying angels.

Reminders of a simple time.

Time sifting through this hourglass.

Lost in a myriad of ignorant bliss.

 

Will these angels sing for me?

Or will i awaken cold and alone.

Broken down from years of sadness.

Each step taken another second left behind.

Reviews

[E. L. Foley]

Lovely writing, amusingly paired with the title. Quite an interesting poem.