Yellow Leafs
Flying through seas of yellow leafs,
dreaming and waiting on beliefs.
Its getting close the time on sands,
but seasons come and go hand in hand.
Its not been easy searching the sublime,
while whispers of hope kills the just,
and the leafs of yellow thyme,
are within the roses of lust and trust.
Are we waiting for the strange to hold?
Are you screaming for us all?
Am I flying off my world?
Why our story can't be told?
Which ever answer it might be,
we'll just wait and dream,
with clever thyme flavors,
of yellow leaf's waivers.
© Juan Álvarez Lara
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