Tuesday, February 19, 2013


The leaves of Autumn. The seasons of my Autumns. They passed me like the wind rushing by- leaving impressions in my mind of delicate memories fragile as dry petals breaking apart in my hands. ~ I sigh to hold it close in my heart but like a mist it rises and fades, Still of so many precious ones that were angels they will never leave me they are a part of me always.

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