Like snow

White cotton falls from the sky

I chase after them with pale fingers

Like tall grass dancing in the wind.

 

They rest on my hand like the tears of summer,

And like you,

 

Disappear with the gentleness of a passing breeze

Of dried red autum leaves

leaving no trace but that on my heart.

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I enjoy penning my thoughts in words, and the strangest, most random things inspire me.

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