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Burning the Letters

CL Gillmore

Spent with sighing, dim with weeping,
Dies the autumn day;
Out of doors the wind is sweeping
Withered leaves away;
Let them go, my hopes had faded
Ere their life was done;
See, I burn the letters slowly,
Sadly, one by one.

~Poem excerpt from “Burning The Letters,” by Sarah Doudney