04 July 2009

The Leaf

Like a pitiful leaf over the air I pass across some mountains  with breeze so fresh. I land among a two story house and reach a window to a bedroom found. There I lay until they clean again and throw me out like garbage and rain. I came from a distant land, far away... very far I guess, and I land on your bed so you could see that sometimes destiny is a beautiful leaf. Golden and weak, the simple beauty of trees. And a traveled distant miles, and even so I was drying out, still... I reached your window but still... I wasn't found. A strong leaf indeed I am, golden and weak as they would say, but I carry from distant land the beauty of a simple tree planted by man.
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