Hiding a Sigh
Of leaves
I hear the wind calling my name,
I answer in a whisper,
I know where to meet chance,
breeze takes me to a bridge
I ponder,
should I plunge into heartless veil
or fall into next day
no thoughts, regrets
coming in waves
can I be more,
am I the one I wanted
to become?
***
Faith in a soul
flies on each leaf
the colors paint a road,
pebbles
will greet you
in twilight
of life.
***
You know
you can write your own story
what can you add
what chapter
stays unwritten?
***
© 2022 Amy Christie
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