22:61
The leaf falls on the silent road.
No witnesses
as it’s thrown from
everything its ever known.
It drifts on gentle wind
to a hard, unrelenting floor.
A solid ground to rest on,
but never can it
float away.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
22:61
The leaf falls on the silent road.
No witnesses
as it’s thrown from
everything its ever known.
It drifts on gentle wind
to a hard, unrelenting floor.
A solid ground to rest on,
but never can it
float away.