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Sep 27
Crows come cawing
As sheep are counting
A days beginning,
Eventually turns to its ending
Morning, afternoon, evening
Arriving, there, then leaving
Spring water trickling down a stream
Runs like it’s trying to escape
the inevitable freezing
Trees losing their leaves
In the autumn breeze
Serve as a reminder that this life is only temporary
Sierra Myst
Written by
Sierra Myst  25/F/United States
(25/F/United States)   
59
   Khoisan
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