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by Michael Cowan Nov 13, 2012 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The wind screams and smothers a leaf to the ground. a past-life waits to be found. But, it won't. it will be a life/ death heard, but unseen. heard, but forgotten. and before long buried under fallen snow. the sun will come again. in the spring. to melt the snow, to bring new life. it will reveal the ground where the leaf once slept amongst a bed of leaves. But, now they've vanished. Like the years before and, well, who knows where they've gone? It's like the wind stores air for death, and... that's that.