SOMETIMES IN AUTUMN


Sometimes in Autumn

when leaves are swirling down

from trees

it feels like dreams,

coming adrift,

hopes

desires,

illusions

flying away,

taking a piece of life with them

a little bit of dying ...

How could I endure it

without knowing

the rebirth of a new spring

allowing, fresh leaves

to emerge on the tree?

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