Drifting Away...

two leaves falling on the surface of
a very clear pond

there is no flood, no storm, no quake
but it must be fate

perhaps putting it bluntly a misfortune
all dead and numb yet still drifting away in some junctions

one to the left
and the other to the right

and i who stands on the bridge
seeking peace
looks at it with all
ease....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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