The Laughter of Leaves

Send us Fan MailThe laughter of leavesI think if I chased them, too seriously perhaps, all the wordsthat is, like autumn leaves, blown fromthe tall thoughts that stretch from my mind,like the gentle giantsof metaphor trees, a hundred thoughts,a thousand thoughts, all skipping across the unknown road, the bends and curves in the landscapes, and connections of similes of all the futures in memories, that lie hiddenyet to be seen (but perhaps, or just simply, excitingly,awaiting to be discoveredin the road ahead), I think I’d forgetthe changing sky of nowthe seasons of lifethe dawns and sunrises and fall over my feet with their laughterinstead  [email protected]