It’s been such a long time

since I’ve seen your face.

The last wish was on a seed,

then you disappeared without a trace.

The smell of decaying leaves

brings back memories of campfires.

The stones have collected on the shore

and the waves churn the waters into mire.

You cast away your leaves

to portray a better life.

One, not full of the natural changes;

One, not full of strife.

The decay leaves imprints

of colorful pasts.

The challenges faced

in the familiar casts.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. yeseventhistoowillpass says:

    You are an incredible artist… Your words are beautiful! Know this:)

    1. Thank you, my friend!

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