Poetry #3

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Storge in Autumn

By Luna Astraea

The wind has blown
The leaves left the trees red
Shedding will anew the everlasting branches
The heart of the tree
Beating to a still
The spirit has moved
Left is an empty shell
Gone

But then
The baby crawled to the mother
And gave life back
Now there is a tree
And a sapling

Lol I just found this in one of my drafts so I decided to post it. 

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