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If an easy rain
would make the rocks slippery,
he would hold my hand.
 Nov 2011 John Mahoney
AW
Autumn
 Nov 2011 John Mahoney
AW
The wind lifts the leaves from the ground
And takes along my thoughts on a flee
They’re up in the air and so far out
Able to conquer the world without me

I sit on the park bench staring
At my own ability to fly
Holding myself back to follow
My dreams as they reach for the sky

Hoping that one day autumn will
Join forces with what I want to be
Pushing the leaves back to the ground
To unite and form a pair of wings for me
white lotus,
in blue waters;
silent smile
of grace.
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