The Lovers Fall Poem by Mark. A Heathcote
The Lovers Fall
I am the leaves of a tree.
I am Aspen whispering about you.
Because I've nothing better to do
I spread my gold dappled leaves over you.
And take root under you, and ask you
Are you the sun? Are you the sky?
Are you the ocean, or are you the moon?
Because I've been searching for you
I've spread my leaves to the four winds.
And found my resting place beside you.
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