A leaf
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Braeden Cross, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2004
In a patch of grass it smelled like an apple.
Crack it went when it hit a rock.
The crystal white in the middle of the leaf hurt my eyes.
It brushed smoothly against the smooth dirt.
I mistook it for a raindrop falling from the sky.
My plant went to bed in the morning it was dead.