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A Broken man (Free verse) by Mikius He loved her
With all his heart
She was as pale blossom
Blown on the warm summer's breeze
From flowers the trees take root
But the sapling did not survive
Trampled underfoot
And left to die
Like so many leaves in fall
He fell with them
(This is only a 1st draft. Suggestions would be appreciated)
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