Deciduous

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Excuses slip from these lips

As leaves from autumn trees,

Wilting as they flit past your icy expression.

My canopy of words becomes depleted,

And I am left reticent, shivering,

With a soft circle of rotting phrases

Surrounding my barren self.

Author's Note

I'm just in the mood to write autumn-y stuff. :)

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It works! Very nice verbiage and imagery.

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Added on September 9, 2012
Last Updated on September 10, 2012

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