Anguished leaves fall from above,
lamenting their golden finality.
Vines weave lace doilies on the
cracked sidewalk that groans with
the passing of feet over its surface.
Prosaic wind attempts an escape
into firmament, but finds itself
tangled into golden hair instead.
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C. Brown has a love for dogs, poetry, science fiction, and travel, in that order. She self-published her first book, I Created Galaxies for You, in 2016. She blogs frequently at www.breathingthewords.com and has an active Twitter account at @WriteCBrown. At any given time, she has at least two writing projects in the works.
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