Bed of Leaves
An early shadow fills the void
And winds spread out their lonely call
Where many nights I once enjoyed
And rain foretells an early fall.
You were with me full long ago;
We walked across a bed of leaves
And tried to catch the flakes of snow
Whose fall bewilders and deceives.
Since then, much time has come and passed
And only memories remain,
But I still wonder if I’d last
Outside their rich and vast domain.
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