I usually don't write rhyming poetry. I don't know what happened. Hmm...
The leaves fall tonight
and the breeze carries them to the sky.
Into the wind, into the rain,
the tears that the heavens cry.
For a moment there they float
but the earth eases them down
into the place where their mother grows,
into the dark, dew-kissed ground.
And there they sleep, slumber deep
beside fallen dreams and shadowed hopes.
And the heavens sigh, the winds then die
and the earth lets the darkness roam.
2:45
26 Aug 2004
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