Tuesday, 10 May 2016

Crunchy old rusty leaf .

The  torn leaf crying  for help .

The  pointy leaves waving goodbye  to his friend.

The veins spreading down his body.

The wind goes straight through him.
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  1. Anonymous11 May 2016 at 19:15

    I like the personification you used in this poem Jack.

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