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Pages of the Past
Pages of the past
Shudder before my eyes
An emissary gust of winter
Reminds me of unspoken goodbyes.
The people I left behind-
I see them every day-
But where is the bond we shared
If indeed there was ever one that way?
Each parody of each person
Like an oak leaf blows,
A memory floating o'er my head
Gently downward,
Undistinguished from the rest it goes.
So different upon careful inspection,
Every variation of color-
Veins of gold filament, flush of red,
Pixie dust abundant when in dawn they tread,
Kissing the musky earth
With most tender affection.
How I long for my own cache
Of paper hands to hold my dreams at bay.
The messages unto me will relay
Opportunity that is all around,
Even in the leaves' soft sound
Where'er there is some plave to rest
Upon their descent, then fall they may.
