William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

The Cure

Leave the leaves where they fall — yes, leave the leaves, ’til they’re not leaves at all.


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Categories: A Few More Scratches

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6 replies

  1. A small bird
    Sits on a bough
    Singing merrily

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  2. And then the leaves will feed the trees
    and once again become the leaves.

    You inspire me, William.

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