not all who wander are lost

it's not that hard to understand.

02 June 2011

Leaves

On winter's eve
the frost touched still
the leaves upon
my windowsill.

And here where
the sun doth shine
I watched leaves fall
wondering "where was mine?"

Til break of dawn
I watched them fall
upon the road
where they still call.

So where were you?
And where was I?
On that cold day
Under that grey sky.






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