March 5,
1982 2:00 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Leaves of Paper
Falling, ever falling toward the purity, the past
Preserving present pain with such a flourish
How can on resolve oneself
With battered books on lonely shelves
And drink the water of the times we nourish
Touching, ever touching hearts of peace in times of war
Giving us another life to cherish
I am special so are you
I've never tried to feel so blue
And cause of leaves of paper I shant perish
I can love you
Oft I do
I can remember sweeter days
The pictures represent such art
Recounting somber ways
I will consider
Listen now
I've said I'd quite forgotten how
But leaves of paper can't quite
fasten to the bough
Hurling, I am hurling all my life with such a force
Striving to touch you and I am hurting
All I ever tried to touch
I've felt such pain but it ain't much
With life through leaves of paper I am flirting
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