O, simple leaf, residing on a branch:
How long till howling nights and wayward storms
And quaking limbs and pinching thorns
Fell your kingly form.
O, Lord, forestall that day
Speak not of its coming;
For I love that leaf
And could not bear the tumbling.
Labels: 2008: Digitalis
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1 Comments:
I too love leaves. They make me laugh.
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