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Autumn Goodbyes

Do you notice how graceful the leaves are when they fall in autumn?
Gently they fall like fleeting butterflies and settles down, thus,
making a carpet of red, gold, yellow, and orange
They're like coquettish ladies shyly beckoning and then fleeing
when the wind accepts their invitation

That was how I've always viewed autumn leaves...how we've viewed it

Once, you've told me that autumn's like the herald of death, the opening
of rusty gates releasing the cold harsh winter
You said it's a farewell to beauty, while I argued that it was
a warm welcome to cozy winter fires

How right you were, I know now. How right you were about autumn
goodbyes

'Twas the time you've withered away. When your soft hair followed
the descent of the leaves. When your beauty faded to coldness
...and emptiness
it seemed right for the shades of autumn to blanket your body

How beautiful the season of autumn is. How sad how it evokes happy
memories best forgotten
For it hurts so much to remember you
and how we used to dance amidst falling leaves
It hurts, but how sweet and tender, those times were

SWEETDREAMS

There's a story that they tell
to little girls before they fall
asleep in their feathered beds
warmly tucked by mother dears

They say that one day when they grow old
they'll find a lover to call their own
who'll be the one to tuck them in
and hug them in their dreams

There's a story that they tell
to little boys before they fall
asleep in their feathered beds
warmly tucked by father dears

They say that one day when they grow old
they'll find a woman to call their own
whom they will give their hearts for free
and tuck them in when they start to dream

There's a story that they tell
to little girls and fresh-faced boys
before they sleep beside their toys
warmly tucked by loving dears

They say that one day when they grow old
they'll find their partners who'll be their own
but they must love and stick with them like glue
so that the story will come true
Sanctuary

I've dreamt of making
a fantasy world
To store my fairyland when I grow old.
When toys are boxed up in the attic shelves
And when mommas and papas no longer tell
The magical mysteries of angels and elves.

When my picture books are all worn and torn
I don't want to forget secret gardens and unicorns
When portfolios replace coloring books
And my world gets cluttered by deadlines and business suits
I'll simply close my eyes and start to remember
That there was a time in my life, when problems were nonexistent
And dreams do come true.
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