I recall
The fall
Of sweet scented leaves.
And elsewhere,
Her hair, still wet,
In my bedroom,
Smelling of apple perfume.
Sometimes I regret
My fallen leaves.
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K Morris - Poet 
Lovely poem.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you like it.