Prompt Seven: Sorrows

Sorrows

 

The leaves come tumbling down.

Leaves come tumbling down.

Come tumbling down.

Tumbling down.

 

Like my tears down my face.

My tears down my face.

Tears down my face.

Down my face.

My face.

 

There are sorrows unknown.

Are sorrows unknown.

Sorrows unknown.

 

Tumbling down . . .

My face . .

Sorrows unknown.

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