Somewhere
there is a breeze that died
left leaves scattered on the ground
I could look at you
for one more second
and see in the sight
of together
Instead I choose another path
somewhere else
where the wind still blows
Don't forget I was here
and the taste of
my presence
still rest's in the air
I'll be back
to visit
Forever is gone
under the crumpled trees
as they lay
in the grass.
S. Elizebeth Turnquist
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