Sunday, 22 November 2009

Frosted Leaf, Crumpled Leaf (left to disintegrate)

I fell down here
waiting for
the slightest breeze

How will you find me
buried so far
underneath

We bloomed so briefly
when we first kissed
last spring

But our colours faded
as soon as the sun
had gone in

And I watched each fall
one by one
until the end

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