Sunday, November 29, 2015

Those Falling Leaves dr salerian poem

Those Falling Leaves

It is a new day
A new moment
A new hope
Erasing the past
Believing as if
Everything every second
Those falling leaves
Those forgiven souls
Turning orange brown
Wet and wrinkled
Autumn leaves
Never hit the ground
Standing still
In midair frozen
Making a sharp upturn
Rising
Harvesting new life
Happy baby leaves
Blossoming fresh

A new beginning

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