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The Glory of the Past

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A dry leave reminds us the past
glory of the tree,
in the same way a lonely heart
tells us the days of love full
of joy and happiness in the past.

🌷(6) 

love   sad

◄ Let Your Heart Sail

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Comments

K. Lynn

Thu 7th Apr 2022 05:53

I like the idea in this poem but am wondering about 'leave'. The singular of 'leaves' something that trees produce is 'leaf' . If that's not what you meant, please disregard this.

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