Monday, August 29, 2005
::Falling Leaves::
the pathway looks deserted
with its unstep gravels
and fallen leaves
the sun in the sky
and the moon in the night
reflected in the lonely lake
the smiling drake
with his little wand
weave a simple yarn
and no one listened
nor cared
the sleeping horse
who carried the man
with a slinger's bow
and shot the drake
like falling leaves
swish in the air
the arrow embed
so long the drake went away
and left the lake in vain
with only the moon and sun
reflected everyday
Twinkled @ [ 3:44 PM ]
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