Sweaty MirrorHoping beyond mirrorsThat sweat sand Your heart opens and closes Camera shutter fast. You live and die... The leaf life Alive and falling; You are colorful, too. I live and die... The apple life On a shelf somewhere; Taken from the tree. Memories greet me At the end of time Your life tangled... Woven with mine. |
Autumn HandsSuch fragile, graceful autumn hands,A transparent leaf with visible veins, Displaying the life that lies within. A little slower perhaps, And a little faded, too, But autumn leaves have color. The years have distilled her, And what remains, the essence, Of that which came before. Age and wisdom have given her, A special grace, more composed than me, Though someday I may too, have autumn hands.
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