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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
cutting the trail
seeking sign
and the wind is
laughing
she thinks i'm blind
moment of kindness
shower of light
i quietly
creep
among her fallen leaves
there is no darkness
that cannot be pierced
i listen
for whispers
and hope i'm not lost
i could just go home
if i could remember
how i came to
be here
and find my way back
chimera and suggestion
about the lot of it, i
suppose
the only sure thing
is what i'm searching for
