"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, September 17, 2010

Gold Leaves.

Walking to school,
I was stricken with a moment
whilst golden leaves,
speckled brown,
fell in cascades
and ribbons
all around me.
And I realized
life is more beautiful
when the mirror
isn't dotted
and the puddle
lies still.

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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."