.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

10.05.2003

we always wonder
where we fall when we scatter
like leaves
in a brisk autumn breeze,

falling gracefully
from a love lacking heart
to a thick, inevitable warmth

i lost myself in a whirlwind
weeks ago.

and found heart in you.

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