Upon a huge, lush garden,
on a cold autumn day...
various leaves fall, in sweet surrender...
some still rise and go with the forceful wind
floating...along with dreams, wishes and prayers
murmured in the air...uttered fervently
...from near......or faraway places
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papers, leaves, souls, sighs, and whispers
all circulate, dance in the air...blending with nature
like drifters...and seekers, far from their homes
their habitats...their comfort zones,
suspended, in the atmosphere of every season
...yielding...to the will of the wind,
...while the wind obeys...the will of God
they swirl...land, on new destinations
face new dimensions...
friendlier seas...no more running, just waiting,
while winds of change settle down
touching new base, new grass,
hoping, for a peaceful existence,
for some....the end of life's turbulent journey
..........on safe...tranquil grounds...
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somewhere near, or far...huge gardens exist
where leaves fall, where some rise again,
where new beginnngs, new lives are offered...
havens that welcome and accommodate
...refugees...
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Sally
Copyright August 27, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
#Not all dry leaves on our lawn come from our own trees,
some are blown, from faraway places...
the wind is a big net, catching molecules of prayers, wishes,
bits and pieces of floating objects...
some people see other places as a haven, compared to theirs...
they try to flee...some succeed, while others keep trying...there
are those who just want to finally rest, on peaceful grounds...#
