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From One Leaf to Another

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It’s possible I’m losing my mind, friends! It’s the leaves. They started whispering their tales – and now they won’t stop.

From One Leaf to Another

I thought that you were happy.
I thought you didn’t mind
the way we went about our lives –
or should I say
the way you went about your life
and I lived mine,
listening to different songs
on the wind
most of the time.

Don’t leave me
for not seeing
what you hid inside.
I couldn’t read your mind, love.

I didn’t know you were
so Red inside, love.

What? It’s been there all the time?
And I’ve been blind?
That’s not fair, love.
You’ve been fine.
You went about your life
and I lived mine.

What’s all this talk of leaving, love?
What’s all this talk of time?
Of seasons,
New winds blowing,
Letting go,
To seek – and find.

You’re breaking my green heart, my love.
I see now I’ve been blind.
Don’t leave me, love
Don’t leave me here
Don’t leave me, love,
behind.

Love?

Love is blind.

 

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