November Novelist

November Novelist

Friday, November 2, 2012

House Of Wine (Memories Of Music Notes)




The offspring of an elder oak tree.
Specified as a withered leaf.
Carried by God's brief ordered breeze.
Almost completely gone but feeling ever so free.
A long neutral life taken in stride.
Just enjoying the peaceful uncosting ride.
Passing by those that brought laughs and smiles.
Also those that turned the world upside down for more than a while.
Patience is said to be a virtue.
Paused or waiting for the last cue...


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