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Fern

a cough as dead leaves drop

detached with soft faint sigh

last breath of lonely martyrs

murmur of breeze in the sky

 

gravity's heavier as we age

ancient oaks sad blue eyes

saplings thrust like a lance

a loving that knows no lies

 

do remember me, I'm here,

did you forget I found you?

like a lost fawn, dappled in

shadowed glades and dew

 

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