A Soul Untouched
by Michael J Falotico
A spring leaf fell in my hands..
With time it aged as the drop of sands..
Now the lines on the leaf reflect my own..
And fresh colors fade as bright ones are shown..
Seasons do past as time does take it's toll..
Only with me, time doesn't touch my soul..
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
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