Bitter Breeze on Delkin Field by Tony A. Thompson

A small mass of leaves blows on the autumn wind. My eyes watch the hawk in mid- flight being chased by sparrows who are more irritated than playful. I now am aware why you left without a farewell letter sealed by a soft kiss.

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