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
anymore
as they settle to the ground
with a peace...
never felt before
Sight of the green
saplings
(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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