PERTINACIOUS

Dried leaves 
Floating 
Upon strands of a broken breeze 
Walking will-less paths 
On lines drawn wilfully 
By destiny 
Fading memories 
Of dreams 
Once sprouting green 
Swallowed 
By hungry shrouds 
Of pristine irony 
Yet they float on 
Stoically 
Donning garbs 
Of seasons, as they turn 
In hopes that live on 
Hidden 
Beneath crystal sheaths 
A fire, that quietly burns... 

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