Of Dreams and Leaves

Her dreams-
they're autumn leaves
glowing beautiful and bright.
Yet quick as thieves
stealing in the night
They lose their hold-
And fall,
And fall.
The red turns brown
the yellow, too.
They're trampled down
as if on cue.
And then the cold-
Over all,
Over all.

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