Monday, September 22, 2008
The leaf
A leaf floats slowly, in the warm sunset glow, falling ever so gently towards the wet, fertile soil, and as it drifts down, it turns gracefully in the breeze, dancing around to the music of the waves braking on the reef. Once green, now gold, in it I see my lost hopes. I, as this leave, drifted along, spinning always in a downwards slope, all the while dancing with fate, believing without knowing, loving, without hate leaving dreams above me as I dove into the world, looking, searching, but...
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