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Monday, January 3, 2011

Falling Leaves

Scattered tears
Running away from fright
Conscience in mind
Scrupulous in sight
Searching for a place
leaving depression behind
Time to clean up this waste
that's plaguing our minds
Falling leaves--find the way
Show us
what is it your trying to say?
The gentleness of one
can be a solution to many
Guide us along the right path
tell us what can be done
Lets be free and alive!
Let us all one day survive

Original poem by Dara K. Fulton  Fall 2000 

1 comment:

  1. It's time to clean your house, physically, mentally and spiritually. I love it. :)