Thoughts and leaves

The leaves so light,
released in air
that cradles to a palm,
and takes them down
to dress the earth;
wet cloak of wintry care.

They fall and fall and
fall some more,
from heights we barely see,
to lie at last a tattered gown
beneath the barren tree.

My thoughts so light,
released in air,
to float between us now,
perhaps to fall within your mind,
that I, myself can share.

They fall and fall and
fall some more,
from heights we barely see,
to lie at last, a tattered gown
beneath the barren tree.

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