autumn over... <br />mistakes of the scary seasons... <br />and the words pointing <br />seasons... <br />i liked seasons. <br />and my soul too... <br />what if the soul becomes autumn <br />or a shed leaf... <br />i could be intelligent.. <br />with my soul. <br />can only be with my soul... <br />i carry the soul on not to be intelligent always... <br />i dumb and deaf... <br />without the mate. <br />i am because i am. <br />i slept... <br />still i flowered. <br />i thought of my soul as a season that flowers all the <br />wastelands... <br />i was nothing.. <br />but for the season.. <br />leaf lost the seasons <br />because <br />the leaf never realized that the leaf itself was the season... <br />leaf rests now on <br /> never to be flowered...<br /><br />firoz khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-the-leaf-behind-autumn/
