Francines Leaves
Francines Leaves
when leaves some leave, and often sail away,
do they wait for the tide like sailors do,
do they ever figure out just why or who,
does the wind these words inscribe.
The leaves have fallen like our men,
no rhyme or reason, death of friend,
sombre words the season... ....
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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