The laughter of leaves
I think if I chased them,
too seriously
perhaps,
all the words
that is,
like autumn leaves,
blown from
the tall thoughts
that stretch
from my mind,
like the gentle giants
of metaphor trees,
a hundred thoughts,
a thousand thoughts,
all skipping
across the unknown road,
the bends and curves
in the landscapes,
and connections
of similes
of all the futures
in memories,
that lie hidden
yet to be seen
(but perhaps,
or just simply,
excitingly,
awaiting
to be discovered
in the road ahead),
I think I’d forget
the changing sky
of now
the seasons
of life
the dawns
and sunrises
and fall over my feet
with their laughter
instead
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