LeafA Poem by Ebb and FlowSlowly, like a whisper it touches the ground, With a soft kiss to the grass there's something found. A great secret which was lost but now is here, And all those who can feel it know that it's near. They know what you do not, so what is this thing? It's the end of summer and that empty swing. It's the breath of life slowing down and sleeping, A time for celebration not for weeping. But do not weep for something that still has life, With this extreme sleep there is always that strife. An ongoing battle to which there's no end, But there are two points for which they make amend. You want to know the truth of which must be told, The secret you want to hear is made of cold. It's the time when days are short and nights are long, It is the fall my friend which sings a sweet song.
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Added on July 29, 2008Last Updated on August 8, 2008 AuthorEbb and FlowMilton Mills, NHAboutThe names Krystina Michelle Walters Poetry is one of my soul passions in life. Without its passion I wouldn't understand the beauty of the written word or that beauty of this world. "Words have.. more..Writing
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