like late autumn leaves
precious little one
look me in the eye & listen
to my words
for there are so few left
in this world
& I wish to bestow them
to someone like you
innocent & accepting
willing to secure them
for an undetermined
amount of time
willing to one day
set them free
by releasing them into
an uplifting wind
only to slowly descend
into your open arms
like late autumn leaves
july two thousand twenty
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Nice one!
Thank you, Eliza.
lovely imagery. This was an interesting poem
Thank you, Padmini.
Beautiful, John!
Thanks again, Lauren!