Do leaves go to heaven too?
With their deaths in -ray orange,
-Beam yellow and red-like-fire;
To dry up, crinkle in brown;
They say we die, blast of light
Before our eyes, nirvana
Finally reached like no high.
To all the falls before me:
We shall one day meet again.
Monday, December 14, 2009
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