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As the wind does blow

Across the trees, I see the

Buds blooming in May

I walk across sand

Falling to the ground,

I watch a leaf settle down

In a bed of brown.

It's cold-and I wait

For someone to shelter me

And take me from here.

I hear crackling

Crunch, of today's new found day

And know it won't last

So I will leave it

At bay; and hope for the best

This bitter new day

BY.EVAN BROWN

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