playroom stories
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Autumn on Roodekranz
A letter written on a leaf
Falling at my feet
Golden trees, wood smoke at the house
Evening
A foreign land
Now
But the words
Are like the soil of the place
Settled in my heart
Never to leave.
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