"Leaf"
flying like a dry leaf
taking the way so light
not until
raindrops made it heavy
fate put me
in a moving tornado
all of the things
are closing me in
and making me go
moving but
i won't reach anything
i will land where i fall
nothing has change
leaving all over again
freedom in your vision
but with the truth prisoned
fly away like a leaf
and leave things how it should be
a spinning fate
that falls either bad or good
gone with the leaves
not like a leaf
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters
PoetryA tear that couldn't drop from the eyes, A sound of a beating heart that couldn't speak. It was the messages that never reached anyone, nor entered someone's mind. 'Tis the letters they rest, in a book of poetry.
