It lay there
and i picked it up
Memories that float
are the ones i like best
At home in the forest
or am i lost in the cities ?
Searching for beauty
or at least something pretty
Like the colors of Autumn
lit from within,
the iridescence of feathers,
fog in the wind,
a woman's laughter,
the many colors of sky
and an apple so sweet
that you want to cry...
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