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  • Writer's pictureIona Stuart

Fall - Poetry

Updated: Oct 12, 2020

I don’t see the darkness;

I don’t see the light.

There’s a smile on my face,

But I feel no delight.

I don’t feel the pain

Of the withering trees,

And yet the call

Of Fall

Still brings me to my knees.

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