Blades of grass
At eye level
Shaking gently with the wind
Seem to speak
Seem to say
It's all ok
Even when it all fades away.
Another leaf falls
Inside it feels like each one
Is the last
But more keep falling
And new ones will grow
Be buried in the snow
Into this endless flow
We'll go.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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