Fall From Grace

The leaves rustle,
Talking to them selves
As if no one can hear them
I can.
Slowly.
One by one they fall
Their gentle fall from
Grace
A spectacle
And a turning point
As they lay on the ground their
Pitiful calls of distress
Are stomped out.
By tiny feet

Fall From Grace

Edword Z

Joined November 2009

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