So for a while, they sat peacefully in the swamp, listening to Mrs. Starch hum while the little panther slurped happily and the emerald leaves overhead shimmered and shook in the sunlight.
For the time beingWords scatterAre they fallen leaves?
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow…There must be reasons why the leaves decay. {From Auden's If I Could Tell You
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