Falling Leaves

by BOB GALLO   Nov 4, 2024


Who is vandalizing this bench
in the garden of my thoughts, my heartfelt words,

my garden of comprehension,
the blasphemy of my blossoming scarlet thoughts
the blooms of my truth in this floweryard?

Now who is going to sit there and enjoy the views
of once a living heart?
Who is going to hear
these falling leaves?

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  • 8 hours ago

    by Everlasting

    Not sure who…

    I do adore the view of falling leaves,
    the rustling sound as I walk closed-by benches covered by them . Sometimes, there’s stories carved on those benches. You’ll be surprised how comfy it is to sit and stared into million of possibilities yet so overwhelming because the leaves decompose way too fast just as I…

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