Fall's colors, blowing everywhere,
Everywhere I see
Sparkling color in my mind,
Flowing endlessly.
Drifting here, drifting there,
Like the leaves of my life,
Burning fires of red and orange,
Burning up my strife.
Yet Fall is just an illusion,
True beauty comes from within,
And like my life, it's painted here,
I view it without any sin.
My Spirit flies through this valley,
This valley here below,
It measures time and space - and love,
And that is all we know
Where did I come from? Where will I go?
And why do I question so?
For Fall's colors have filled my mind
And time has become too slow!
Yet that too is only illusion,
Another trick of the day,
For time itself is only a leaf -
And soon - it will blow away.
Please tell me what you think
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This is truly a wonderfull poem, you have really done a great job, blessings John
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