All is forgiven
In the end
The leaves fall to ground
The sins of summer
Are forgotten
By the colorful silent observers
As their roots
Absorb their memories
In spring
Their brethren
Will view the season of rebirth
As something new
With no judgement
Only hope
In brilliant green
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
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Beautifully done!
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Thank you!
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Sins of summer…love that!
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