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When The Last Leaf Falls
Another September comes
Shorter days
Red setting suns
Where would I be
without your spurious memory?
Anticipating another October wind?
Awaiting the fall,
without your essence
captivating my senses?
Shall I dance with the ghost
of yesterdays past?
Or forget a love that
seems will forever last?
Engrained in the stars
Carved in the scars
The blood flowing...like a river of tears
The tree of life
will sway in the breeze
Several prayers still to be whispered
will come from the knees
And perhaps one day
We'll find a way
To forget...the unforgettable
End to the end...when...the last leaf falls
© 2002 Dennis Hicks
Hi, this is such a beautiful poem, thank you for sharing.