Poetry: They Live Instead

colored leaves are earthly bound
falling soft upon the ground
making not one single sound
images of beauty found.

so many those, them, and these
tugging gently from their trees
drifting darting in the breeze
Autumn’s joyful revelries.

hues of yellow, gold, and red
all around, soft landing dead
lying still upon their bed
in my thoughts, they live instead.


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