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Misty morning
Reluctant to  let go
Pale sunshine
Melting, clearing fog
Trees rusty, readying
For long winter slumber.
Leaves spiralling on soft breeze
Nature’s ebb and flow.
Why then do we fight
To submit and surrender.
First ever attempt to write on verse.
Any good?

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