Some love letters
On leaves during the fall
I had sent them with winds
Did you get them at all
I know it was already spring
When birds got them on their wings
Maybe you saw them
But you never cared at all
For you could pick and choose
In gardens, wilderness and every where
Of fresh flowers and leaves
You already had your share
And in the summer heat
When woods become timber box
My letters got burnt
But my love still exist,
Not spirited or lost
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