Buried Leaves

Buried Leaves

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I buried heaps of leaves

Under my cosy bed;

Years later, they turned 

A uniform brown, 

Those, which were once

Green, yellow and red. 


To have a glance

I dug them out and reread;

Left out for long, they appeared 

Indecipherable, blurred

Lost their outstanding stance. 


Once upon a time

They were also words;

I felt them alive within, afresh.


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