Monday, October 25, 2010
The Art of Drifting
We are fiery autumn leaves
Adrift on the river of time
Carried by reckless currents
As our colors burn and shine
Wash the earth kaleidoscope
Brave as merchant ships
Though we cannot change the course
Let us still enjoy the trip
We are only dandelion seed
Swept by summer wind
Sailing to unknown destinations
Guided but by chance and whim
Let us plant a seed of hope
Wherever our lives touch
And leave a trail of flowers
Along the rocky and the rough
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