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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
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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