Fallen leaf
splinters of shadows and light
to earth
beggars busking for renewal
Roads of everyday
punctuated by commas of clouds
past full stop forests of tears
littered through
sufferings paragraphs
still it makes no sense
Roads not taken
whisper warm shadows
dance like cold light
sing leaf soul’s
dream of the fallen
(c) June Perkins
Gumboootspearlz 
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