A poem maybe, will you be the judge thanks.?

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Ann

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Was a long time coming
so many fruitless trees,
an autumn forest,
laid naked of it's leaves.

A hint of sunshine
but eaten by the clouds,
the clouds that so quickly
cover like a shroud.

Was a long time coming
but the taste of love sublime,
a feast set before me
and forever will I dine.
 
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