Ramblings on a Maudlin Afternoon

Listening to the leaves whispering in the breeze,
I wait for answers before they can be revealed.
Hoping for the best while bearing the hard fall,
I try to reason; it’s like talking to stone walls.
Searching within the puzzle that’s the Universe,
I come up with nothing like a mirror in the darkness.
Who knows? Even as the skies change colors everyday,
patiently … even as the earth spins madly … I wait.

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