All my words are broken. The pieces are bright-colored leaves. My limbs are bare. Love falls through me. And the wind in your hair is what meaning means. [ 542 ] Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestRedditEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related Wings Canvas 1,189 — Perfection and Flaw Categories: New Poems & PiecesTags: Fall, Love, Meaning, Poems, Poetry, Words