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Without Borders

Fall

A poem

Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash

The leaves bleed an orange red

the blood falling like mist

onto a wet ground.

Fall knocks on the door

peeling old scabs

exposing layers of colors

under skin.

Inviting us to wither,

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Florence Wanjiku

Florence Wanjiku

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Writing off borders through poetry and self development. Editor of Without Borders publication for writers who love to push their boundaries