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Falling Love

Is this like the pain that
Falls
Like dew drops on an empty plain
And bathes each blade
With
Damper still disdain?
I would wither in plain
Sight
If I could but have the courage
But I only have
Each
Petal that falls from You.

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About Rebecca Ahn

Writer. Editor. Warrior. And one Tough Cookie!

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