A leaf fell in my book today,
Orange spotted brown,
I whisked it with my hand away,
And then it fluttered down.
My phone chirped in my pocket,
So I stood to leave the park,
The wind picked up and blew the leaves,
I lost my new bookmark.
A leaf fell in my book today,
Orange spotted brown,
I whisked it with my hand away,
And then it fluttered down.
My phone chirped in my pocket,
So I stood to leave the park,
The wind picked up and blew the leaves,
I lost my new bookmark.
Little Fiction 
A lovely and visual poem, Chris! It’s good to connect with you and thank you for following my blogs – Eugi’s Causerie I and II. 😊
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Thank you so much! 😊
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You’re welcome!
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