Reflect Poem- The End
Fallen, brown, withered leaves
are skittering, flying
Sad, lonely, wrinkled people
are dying, leaving
I feel end is here.
-REFLECT-
Here is end, I feel.
Leaving, dying are
people, wrinkled, lonely, sad.
Flying, skittering are
leaves, withered, brown, fallen.
are skittering, flying
Sad, lonely, wrinkled people
are dying, leaving
I feel end is here.
-REFLECT-
Here is end, I feel.
Leaving, dying are
people, wrinkled, lonely, sad.
Flying, skittering are
leaves, withered, brown, fallen.
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