the sea and last autumn's leaves

my tears are drops of parchment, mircoscopic poems and tragedies

my face is shrouded from your eyes, under last autumn's leaves



last autumn's leaves. last autumn's leaves;



brisk wind seems hollow, shifting death and life

my heart hunted down, and a new year is the knife

memories swallow my death, the new already leaping off of the trees

but my heart remembers it's fallen, with last autumn's leaves

so the new life dawns over, coloring the ground

wind tracing new outlines, smashing old frowns



my tears are drops of parchment, mircoscopic poems and tragedies

my face is washed from your eyes, i'm out in the sea



the sea. the sea;



stillness doth waken, but quickly to sleep

my waves wash over adament sand on the beach,

and with each sweaping, new hope will let free

but the shore is not shaken, it pushes the sea

back to the waters where i watch and preserve

salt is wound's reminder of shore's honest words



my tears are drops of parchment, mircoscopic poems and tragedies

my face is now hidden though it does not want to be



but the salt and new leaves cover this heart

the salt is the hurting, making a mark

the leaves are reminding of letting you grow

and this heart is reminding itself to let go

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