My past lies behind me
In a bin of decay
As my yesterday
Withers away
The vine of my tomorrows
Grows
I see the lively green
Climbing my shoulders
Bringing wonders,
Sweetly reminding
Things will fall into place
By kissing my face…
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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