Leaves

by Poetic Justice   Dec 13, 2009


Creased and stained
frosted and bitten
little by little
your days become written
and you grow plain
like a winter day
darkness fills you
and I become blue

As you descend from your root
I catch a glimpse of your injured boot
slowly I sense your fear
as you become a mere
other to have fallen from which
is to be considered,
Grace.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Alone in the crowd

    I loved this poem! though i have to say i think i loved it so much for the fact that i didn't comprehend what it said. Does that make any sense?

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