The Autumn Leaves Speak to the People
by Albert Reed
How will you know unless you spoke?
Not only to your kindred but to every folk.
You are an artist, poet, pianist or performer
On canvas.
When the heart, voice and hands agree you
Can do the impossible.
It is possible to supersize empires, downsize
Ignorant desires and stigmatisms that give
Glory to one side of the story.
A close mouth never get fed.
Express yourself and observe maturity's
Breeze subside the autumn leaves.
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © 2007,
Albert Reed, all rights reserved.
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