A leaf falls, plucked off the tree by the wind
It rushes toward the cold earth in frightened ecstasy
The ground approaches, but the ride exhilarates
How can the journey be lengthened?
Back and forth, and back, and forth
The leaf uncertainly glides through streams of air.
Until finally the leaf has Fallen.
Fallen leaf.Triumph. Death.
About Me
- Carolyn
- I am weird...need I say more? I don't know if I can exactly elaborate on that statement. I have a profile on Mormon.org. Look me up.
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