a single golden
leaf
arrives
on your arm.
it's fallen and become
part of the wind.
you sit
and wait for more,
perhaps
another, a once
close friend.
trees and life.
all change, all move,
the world
goes from darkness
into light.
love like weather
is not
for us to decide.
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