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Falling Alone

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Oct 09, 2025
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Grey and brown granite grave stones are in two uneven lines in front of a large oak tree whose top leaves have turned bright orange, while the rest of its leaves are still green. Smaller trees with still-green leaves are in the background, along with the smaller grave stones.
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Falling All by Myself

As sun’s embering

cools humidity

and manifests as

morning dew

Sadly remembering

falling with you

The shiver in the air

changes gym shorts

to warmer togs

and runners’ exhale

begins to smoke

as they jog

Passing trees

of brilliant leaves

that all too soon

will be gone

Their arms

stripped bare

raised expectant

in the air

but

Al…

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