Sunday, October 21, 2012

The Last Sigh

Like leaves falling
from a tree
withered, dry
and dissipated
some even Free.

Soaring high
with the winds
going where they take.
A second view of the world
it tried so hard to make.

But nothing matters
as they settle to the ground
with a peace...
never felt before

Sight of the green
(shorn of any
signs of living)
Reassure to lead
a path - full,
to it unlikeness
and some more

Written on 13 April 2010

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