leaves of memory

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if I could kiss my memories

and toss them to the wind as crumbled leaves, my outstretched limbs

would yearn so desperately as to sprout

new memories as spring. the desperate red,

 

the shameful purple, the quivering orange

cling to me against the cold. this autumn coat of my life—not

always beautiful but nonetheless

the colors I wear in worn

homage to the sun, and wind, and rain

that have painted me so

3 Comments

  1. “the shameful purple, the quivering orange
    cling to me against the cold. this autumn coat of my life—not
    always beautiful but nonetheless
    the colors I wear in worn
    homage to the sun, and wind, and rain
    that have painted me so”

    – these lines are very moving. beautifully written! 🙂

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