Written in Leaves What have you written in leaves Penned with your sob-throated beat Where fire burns crimson-gold to white We are all stolen and grieving Blue smoke from the mountain And withering apples left on trees We sleep alone on cobblestone beds In caves, wrapped in slender eaves And breathe thin blades … Continue reading Written in Leaves
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