Falling Leaves Poem by Madrason .
Falling Leaves
A broken porcelain cup was mended by a golden thread for the love of sushi or just for the love of it. Whole is everything which also needs attention, complete a love that doesn't ask a thing for in return. In nature's hands there always grows a room, A tiny space for understanding. Like falling leaves they fill our hearts with tender blankets and a kind of apprehending. M
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