Leaves floating down
Falling, resting
Finally
On the ground.
No crash is heard
No weeping cry
Only silent sounds echoing
Throughout the sky.
My soul too
Does fall down
Reaching up, clasping pieces
To soften, the floating down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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