Withered Leaves

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This is a night of tears

Unknowing of its cause

Of melancholy and secrets

A breath, a touch, light as air

Before the altar of grief and dispair

Like broken clouds – my spell

Begins and ends in madness

The gusty rain – endless and gray

That haunts my heart-breaking gloom

With thoughts that life is a

World of withered leaves

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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