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Tuesday, November 17, 2020

The Last Leaf

 

The Last Leaf

The others are gone.
I miss watching them wave
and then waving back.
I crave the closeness,
the daily contact. 

My turn will come soon.
I am not immune.
I can't hold on forever,
but today, I will try my best
not to fall.

This is a persona poem.

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