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FREE VERSE, Journeying

In Autumn

4 June, 202222 July, 2022by V A McGuinness

How the swamp
of mist hangs
over the morning
and the trees
without their foliage.

For what has gone,
has gone
for the honesty
and validity
of their skeletons.

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