treevial soliloquyLeaves like butterfliesare kisses, pieces of mehave fallen like rain.Reflections never lieunless we seek in vainto see what cannot be.I watch me shedanother love affair with fickle autumnFragments of memoriesblind eyes floatingon a withering faceof water and sky isthe palindromic essenceof my still fate. I silently embracethe long, cold waitof winter's bareness.all rights reserved ©