French la Vie

 

                   

 

The porch door was open,

inviting the early autumn leaves a place to rest. 

A few gathered taking solace by the old porch chair,

tattered worn and barely standing,

but as Autumn leaves who were they to judge.

Together they shared their stories with the words that were written on them.  Words that had become the fabric of their being.

And in sharing those stories, their souls were revealed-

True colors that only eyes that listen could hear.

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