A memory

Finally,

I see

only a memory of

you and me

 

written on leaves

in a forest of trees

the story

of us

 

that saw the sun ray

every day

and grew tall

even through fall

 

strong it became

so no one could tame

the so often

spring blossom

 

leaves of wonder

rain and thunder

yet all have seen

evergreen

 

blissfully unaware

with love and care

and water it grew

a tale so true

 

but in less than four

seasons of war

tell me why

do leaves run dry?

 

And without a torn

were caught in a storm

blew up high and

disappeared in the sky

 

written on leaves

in a forest of trees

were a tale

of us

 

finally, I see

that you and me

were only but

a memory

 

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