Sunday, January 5, 2025

A good gust of life*



 A good gust of life*


Walking along the path, I feel chill in the breeze

I see the wind a blowing, it shakes through the trees

A play on all leaves that sits on the ground

When the good gust comes the leaves spin around

There is life only momentary as it was just then

Blowing with some more wind to do it over again


Dom*Colucci 2010

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