

Waits to fall but hasn't fellSitting in the shade of the pines Watching a fallen needle in a web, Long abandoned by it's spider. There it sits spinning in the breeze, Always falling, but never coming to rest To be forgotten among it's brethren. But for now it inspires deep though.Waits to fall but hasn't fell


Planets of Mens' MindsLooking at the snow that has been blowing, Appearing to be the pits and dunes On an airless, white sanded desert planet. All this in a man's mind, the patterns in the snow. Really being nothing, signifying everything.Planets of Mens' Minds
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