I Leave Dry Leaves

I leave dry leaves behind.

Yet, I find

Leaves still whisper to me

Of my mortality.

Often they sound the same as rain.

I will return again

For they are part of my heart.

And poetry may live on

When I am gone.

While the rain will remain

	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
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K Morris – Poet