A Fallen Leaf

A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
And youth for ever lost.
Ah, me!
The bitter, bitter cost.

A flaunting patch of vivid red,
That quivers in the sun;
A windy gust, a grave of dust,
The little race is run.
Ah, me!
Were that the only one.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Great write, , , , I like it
little race is run, good one
So wonderful read a poem on a Leaf! A flaunting patch of vivid red, That quivers in the sun; A windy gust, a grave of dust, The little race is run. Ah, me! Were that the only one.
A poem of profound meaning. Youth and love enjoy, perhaps without knowing the distant fate, which in spite of it's inherent sadness, may carry a petty thing to feel happy about too. Great write. Congrats for being the PoD.X
Loved this poem so beautiftul.
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