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silver thread falls.

mottled amber oak leaves,
colliding with, collecting on,
the windscreen.
cloaking the cracked tarmac of this crumbling country lane.

out of place, a hidden strength,
like summer lilac in late september,
still clinging to the carved out cliffsides
of silver thread falls.

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