This lone leaf
on the ground;
when it fell,
never made a sound.
Like all the other leaves,
no more (or less)
profound.
But to this
blurry, romantic eye,
make no mistake:
A lonely
yet perfect heart
it did make.
I only hope
that when it fell,
it did not break.
(c) Brent M Harpur, 2014.
"A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to discover, through the detours of art, those two or three great & simple images in whose presence his heart first opened. (Albert Camus)
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