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While the Leaves are Blowing

November 11, 2007
By Anonymous

While the leaves are blowing
I will think of you.
Yes, merely think of you.
Not believe, for as I see the leaves
Sway and dance and play,
I cannot see the wind that carries them
On its broad and omnipresent back.

While the leaves are flying
I will giggle. I will chuckle.
But not laugh. Will you
Have me laugh now?
The fluttering leaves
Drift off the trees, away from home.
Yet as they glide and swim in the wind,
Their eyes are turned toward the
Branch they were just torn from.

When the leaves are falling
I will whisper your name.
No, not just a decleration, loud
And invasive in the air,
But a reverent prayer, Only for my
Lips and my ears alone.
The fallen leaves shall not
Rustle from my shaking breath.

When the leaves are gone,
So will I be.
Once playful... Once flying...
Now simply a memory.


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