I Stumble When I Fall
heavenly earth
galley of angels
silent battlefield
Capricious soul
dust to dawn
ashes to asteroids
mortal men
molded clay
breath of life
sacred love
burst of light
yet, i stumble,
when i fall
peach winds rest
as bashful orange
autumn leaves land
on hollowed ground
the shy sycamore tree
shakes its branches free
from the autumn cold,
embraces me with open arms
still, we find a narrow
path alone a winding road
without a sound or foot
planted firmly on the ground
sweet golden leaves resound,
i have found, that i stumble
When i fall
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