Autumn Bandages

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mending mankind of every kind.Saddled with sorrow for an unknown tomorrow fall leaves stick together in a mosaic of color mending mankind of every kind.Autumn bandages stricken with solitude stickers of renewed joy saddled with daunting dreams mending mankind of every kind.Mending mankind of every kind with stickers of renewed joyMany thanks for publishing my poem inspired by my five-mile run around my neighborhood the day after a 100-year stor

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m that hit Sacramento hard and beat the record set in 1880, which was 5.28 inches vs. this year’s 5.44 inches. The 100-year storm has a one percent chance of occurring in any given year.As I ran by these vibrant leaves glued to the ground like a wig, I snapped a picture. That’s how this poem of healing was born with the reminder that we have the ability to transform our lives into stickers of renewed joy after each inner or outer storm if we coalesce together for the greater good.</article></body>

Mending mankind

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Stricken with grief levitating leaves coalesce in their free fall and turn into autumn bandages mending mankind of every kind.

Stickers of stolen joy peeled from their luscious lives fall leaves kiss the damp ground after a sudden storm mending mankind of every kind.

Saddled with sorrow for an unknown tomorrow fall leaves stick together in a mosaic of color mending mankind of every kind.

Autumn bandages stricken with solitude stickers of renewed joy saddled with daunting dreams mending mankind of every kind.

Mending mankind of every kind with stickers of renewed joy

Many thanks for publishing my poem inspired by my five-mile run around my neighborhood the day after a 100-year storm that hit Sacramento hard and beat the record set in 1880, which was 5.28 inches vs. this year’s 5.44 inches. The 100-year storm has a one percent chance of occurring in any given year.

As I ran by these vibrant leaves glued to the ground like a wig, I snapped a picture. That’s how this poem of healing was born with the reminder that we have the ability to transform our lives into stickers of renewed joy after each inner or outer storm if we coalesce together for the greater good.