Autumn Leaves

no matter what the words we use
the tone, the texture will include
the truth born of the mind revolving
in realm of chaos ever moving

when the crossing point is found
and centered between sky and ground
life becomes as it should be
in gusts of wind that free

the autumn leaves from sleepy trees
that dream within infinity

? Michaelette ?

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