Fresh leaves

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by Crystalsno

by Crystalsno

                                    
                                              Fresh leaves 
It was time ,
Of summer bells ,
Of mooing cows and fresh winds,
Of becoming and disintegrating ,
In the dust of the lawn,
And bloom like roses,
In the care of self,
It was time ,
To paint colors stolen from paths,
To enrich one's breath with stardust,
And gaze stars,
It was time to let it go.
Broken red strings,
Tangled in the search for a vibrant red,
 to stop mapping unwanted paths,
In search of a love ,you would find in yourself.
-ss