Sometimes Poem by William Kruse

Sometimes

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Sometimes,
when the skies are bare,
and the fields are bare,
and the trees are bare, I am bare:
and all the loves I ever loved
and all the hates I ever hated
fall from my soul like these dead leaves
and
cascade
gently
down.

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William Kruse

William Kruse

Armour, South Dakota, U.S.A.
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