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I look at the horizon
detailed and complex.
Watching the wind throw the leaves
from one tree to the next.
The breeze that cast these leaves afar,
Approaches me and tells a tale,
of coming from the westward bay,
and pushing on a lonely sail.
It told of flowers that it had touched
by showing me their scent so lush.
It threw to me a gentle hand,
hoping I would play it's game so grand.
I joined the wind in its melancholy of fun,
tossing it leaves, one by one.
The breeze, it brushed my hair good-bye,
as it picked up its leaves and started to fly.
I watched it ride down,
heading East to the night.
I stood there in awe
at the beautiful sight.
The games we had played,
The senses we shared,
Is all part of fall,
This autumn's fresh air.
- by Chibidetective2 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/22/2008 |
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