Leaves falling in a faint breeze make a slanted line;
They remind me of moments I’ve had to let go of.
I want to trace them back like climbing stairs
Beckoned by surprises marked in blazing color,
From sated hunger to comforts of friendship
And higher than that I’ll reach a perch,
Where flights of birds are launched,
And there is a landscape to survey.
Though not quite wing-shaped
Leaves tend to linger in air,
Especially if the day is quiet.
If only my wishes tread lightly,
This stairway of pleasures will hold.
Stairway Of Leaves
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