The Sweet Leaves of Time

May 17, 2012
By Anonymous

The sweet leaves of time, dancing through the wind
Each a different form, different design, different purpose.
Some crinkled and forgotten, other perfectly intact.

The evolving colors bring something new to experience.
A fullness of summer, bareness of winter.
An unpredictable change—hindering between luscious and fruitless.

I set my exhausted fantasies into the wind
Drifting with the sweet leaves of time until they come again…



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