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Hannah Waldron, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2017
The emerald leaves fall
Tripping from branch to branch
Dancing a last ballet.
Delicate as a butterfly
Dainty as a spider
Spinning a silk web
They twist to the ground.
Swooping, soaring, swiftly, softly
Sinking towards white
Snow cloaked ground.
Turning to cinnamon.