The dead leaves of late
fall, blow in the
wind
To another place with
another blanket
one, not two
flying around
the slow drying
wax
gods
in candle
melts into
the slight
leverage that
make
leaves
leave
The dead leaves of late
fall, blow in the
wind
To another place with
another blanket
one, not two
flying around
the slow drying
wax
gods
in candle
melts into
the slight
leverage that
make
leaves
leave