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 Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 1:25 pm
little leaf falling on the breeze,
flitting this way and that,
falling,
never ending,
down from the skies he falls,
from the heavens themselves he comes,
little leaf has seen much on his way down,
cold winter,
hot summer,
new spring,
old fall,
all things he experienced,
whats this?
an end is near,
little leaf found his way to a lake,
little leaf's journey is at an end,
falling fast,
falling far,
no regrets has little leaf,
as he hits the water,
he leaves his last mark on the world,
as he lived his life gently,
so he left ripples,
gentle ripples,
to tell his story to the world,
we just need to listen...
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 2:31 pm
I find it very interesting, and witty, that you used ripples to allude to the effect one has on things around them, be it in life or death. Nice poem ^.^
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 5:05 pm
i find it more of a doodle than a poem... but thx...
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