without a care
do the leaves rustle?

the gusty wind bellows
with the chill sinking through.

deeply submerged
in reverie that breeds;

"perhaps", they say
as dawn comes breaking in

petals,
they fall,
across the grass
they drift and they roll

the wind blows,
gusty as it can be,
caressing,
chilling,
tingling your ears as it seemingly breathes

petals,
they all fall, don't they?

once fallen, detached, for a whole new world to be seen

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who's right?
and so they laugh
with persistance and insistence of their authority
foolish believing in the apparent
and the seemingly unyielding/single sided truth

how can any one be sure?
full of ridicule it seems
they crash their fist onto others in their unyielding belief in destiny
curiously unaware of the other side of the truth they've never seen.

they prosecuted galileo. didn't they?

dreams.

elusively it strikes;
the mother of all desires;
temptation it might be;
for all that it seems to bring.