My thoughts are dry leaves, when I try to gather them, the wind of life blows<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My thoughts are dry leaves, the gales of emotion scatter them in all directions<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My thoughts are dry leaves it would only take a small puff – my thoughts – where was I?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My thoughts are dry leaves a single careful match and they\u2019d all be blazing fiercely<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My thoughts are dry leaves imagination and art will be my rake and my barrow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will sweep extravagantly the pile<\/p>\n\n\n\n
childlike, with both arms outstretched <\/p>\n\n\n\n
in a confettied swirl of glorious confusion<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My thoughts are dry leaves<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My thoughts are dry leaves, when I try to gather them, the wind of life blows My thoughts are dry leaves, the gales of emotion scatter them in all directions My thoughts are dry leaves it would only take a … Continue reading