When Colors Laugh With the Wind...
the autumn leaves float about
and crisscross my path
they look like children running
around having a good laugh
or are they like the ideas
we each have of our own childhood
that one memory that we want
to relive if we only could
a glimpse of a shadow rainbow
is created by the swirling leaves
and the silent hint of winter
is spoken by the trees
the secret beauty of the fall
is starting to fade away
like those reminiscing thoughts
growing fainter day by day
are their colors holding replies
to the lost ideals we once held dear
or are they nothing less
than how they appear
but a cool gust flushes them
along to the next wondering man
I hope he will be reminded
of where his happiness began
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