One

Posted on November 27, 2014 by heath quinn
One mistake, one leaf

One mistake, one leaf

 

One mistake,
touching my joyful cloth,
bleeds texture,
its darkness.

 

 

One leaf,
curling under the snowy wind,
flashes color,
its fire.

 

 

 

 

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