Saturday, December 17, 2016

The Lost Leaf

 The Lost Leaf

This seems to be me
Intricate, designed
Complex, intertwined

But dead nonetheless

A remnant of what used to be
An echo of a former spring
A monochrome of a former green and flower

I hear the warmth is on the way
I hear the light is lasting longer
Yet I wonder
If that means anything at all for me in this state

Or maybe I’m simply a reminder
Of what was in the past
And what could be in the present
What could have been the future

Or maybe I am a building block for the next ones
Maybe I’ve done all I was supposed to do
The hours they were all too few

While I sit here in the stillness
The wind begins to whisper

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