The leaves waver
in the gentle breeze,
a few fall
and scatter
to get lost
like my
thoughts
that flow like a
fall,
to a trickle
and thence to
tiny drops.
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Very smooth and relaxing. I believe your poem could be a mantra- peaceful and stress relieving. From scattered and lost to trickling and dropping. Thank you for this simple gift.