Climb high until the shadow you cast grows small and insignificant. One more leaf to fall when winter comes. But the last flight was glorious.
Climbing High
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Climb high until the shadow you cast grows small and insignificant. One more leaf to fall when winter comes. But the last flight was glorious.
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November 11, 2014
Feature, Poetry