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Possibilities Abounding.
Twisting pathways,
whispers astray
in the twilight of a winter day.
They listen and wonder,
as sneaky eyes do.
They fall and they tumble,
They wait for the dew.
They mix and mingle
on a melancholy day.
They change and transistion
to keep the cold away.
When they fall is it for love?
Do they find love on the ground?
Or do they fall for desire for rhythm
because their heart's
won't sing a sound.
Whispering winds,
falling stars.
Silver lining from afar.
These leaves,
they sway,
ever so lightly.
Up in the trees,
possibilities abounding.
