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  • My cloak of leaves
    Is fading to gold
    and red. The sun
    Has fed me whilst
    My leaves were
    Green, now that
    The sun has
    Circled away I
    hoard my energy
    Deep within me.

    I dance in the wind
    blowing up the Loch
    from the Atlatic
    and now my golden
    leaves desert me
    floating up in the
    drafts of air and
    round and round to
    the north, east, west
    and south; lost and
    spent. I do not fear
    that Death is near
    my ancient memory
    tells me my Sun
    will be back when
    winters breath fades.
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