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The Gentle Maple
 
~~~
Her battered cliffs eroding tell
of timeless drifts of coastal swell
As upward rising wholesome mist
coheres with life's advancing fist
~
Above
her gentle maples frown
her autumn bliss now shades of brown
Her glory fades through misperceives
distorted crushed
to rotted leaves
~
Across the mistral'd comber lakes
her foehn of wistful soul awakes
In deathless hush of cruel mistakes
the gentle maple sighs
~~~

By Eezebard_

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