THE TEMPORARY DWELLER
A leaf lost in the flurry of
The autumn’s crisp, cold breeze
Letting go of holding on
To life among the trees
A wave crashes upon the shore
With ever changing tides
Unlike its sister lake within
Captive on all sides
The sun will set then rising too
The moon through all its phases
Gentle is the morning dew
Kissing earth… with praises
And we are born to crawl then walk
The temporary dweller
To opened doors that close once more
Ascended to become as stellar
Kevin Parish 
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