Memories
Memories that travel through the
Revolving doors of my mind.
Never ending corridors, with
Scattered thoughts
Before me unwind.
It must be autumn today in my head,
For the leaves of papers
Billow and blow. I must put some
Order in this chaos, and not let it grow.
Each leaf has as word,
Each word has a sentence,
Each sequence has a method,
Which all starts with a word.
I am so glad it is autumn
in my head today
And words surround me.
Because it is only a matter of time
Until one escapes from my lips.
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