'Fall.'
By blackheart
Falling slowly, calmly, A waft on empty breeze, A coolness looming over, Traveling with ease. It’s journey seems so long, Yet, it ends with haste it seems, All too quick to meet the ground, And shatter all my dreams. Brittle now laid still, A grain of sand to space. Irrelevant and shapeless. What a waste. So sad, so lonely, Face up to the sky, Nothing to find hope in, Except, a hope to die. Yet breeze begins the wind, Stronger in it’s will, Lifting, rising, soon aloft, It seems there is life still, But where and on to go? Will the travels ever cease? I guess it doesn’t matter, To this weathered autumn leaf. Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 02:28 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 12
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