On a tense summer afternoon,
just before the first rainfall of May
fallen petals dance with wilted leaves
in the forboding cool breeze.
They weave a scene of beauty
that leaves a serene memory
stronger than the storm's anger
and survives even after
the last raindrops fall
and the leaves and flowers are no more.
-chrisb 10/2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
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