A day...running through us ...He don't realize...or he ignore...how often he did. Any sign...means nothing for him? What illusion...no one is special for someone...We just have sensations...A bitter joke...on the empty edge of a glass... A drop of agony, a drop of knowledge.
I kept it for a moment....pendulous...but it slides down. I let it go...because...anyway....who knows what answer I could receive... a thought which deserved to die....undeserved thought.The wind breath is a soft touch for a helter-skelter soul. But we cope with that like always. Again a sad smile was flying on the face covered by his own image. A mystery variant, why not?
The leaf felt down on the emptiness of the asphalt and you, passer-by, you press on it without mercy but you didn'€™t seen this. You are too busy with things that apparently are important, but you forgot things that can make you feel accomplished. The seeming completion..its a long way which can guide you to a finish that seems happy but is not the €œreal€ place. Stop .. for a moment and look to the leaf. Is not a work of art .. is just a beautiful leaf because is simple and complex in the same time. Even she is separated from his parent tree, she is a leaf which is alive and which vibrate.
Think traveler, that in leaf'™s universe you are actually the leaf and she is the passer-by. Imagine that you allow to be taken in her hands/ nervures watched ... and may be the autumn will not bring you dead, instead it will give you a new born moment, under a carefully mould of a radiance hands.
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