Our life is tinged, like the leaf in fall,
with memories sweet and long lasting.
The old and scary ones fade,
time and healing scatter them.
The lovely ones visit us with fire,
branded in longing, to what was.
It is not to be though, like the leaf
they have scattered, today we make new.
Ones which will last for those
we love, they will come to know them.
Hopefully they will pile and
throw them to share in a world which needs them.
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