By Do not step on the dead leaves
(bent veins still mourn their youth)
until they decompose
(an agony of memories still haunts their spine)
from vibrant green, to yellow, then to brown,
(in shriveled bodies laid on egotistic ground,)
do not step on their shadows on the pavement
(the fizzled dust of once majestic highs)
they’re longing still for their long-forgotten roots
(while contemplating their futile life beneath your boots).
(Do no smash your life to ashes on this autumnal asphalt of the park.)
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Ah, Daniela. This piece is breathtaking.
‘an agony of memories still haunts their spine”
xoxo
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Thank you, as always, with all my heart, Gabriela!
xoxo
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My pleasure ❤️💜🌸💝🌻
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❤
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Gosh Daniela. I am so pleased to have found your work. This is utterly beautiful
“do not step on their shadows on the pavement
(the fizzled dust of once majestic highs)”
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And I am so happy you like it! And grateful, as well. ❤
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