Saturday, September 28, 2013

The meaning of leaves

                    I stopped to look at a maple tree today 
                    Held my breath for a moment 
                    Trying to name the hundred blazing shades of red 
                    And then I remembered what you said 
                    that beauty of the autumn leaves is that of dying
                    No more naive enchantment with the world 
                    But the sense of wonder shall always be 


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