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Random Unsorted Drafts / 15 March 2019

I wear my boots and trench; Teflon coated,
from the tree of life itself; a present,
every second a new leaf fall; and sticks,
getting old is a reward of time; collected,
stop it I say; stop it already,
I need a lie-down; so badly,
before the autumn comes,
the last leaf will surely; fall

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.