Coconut leaves fluttering on its canvas, the sky
Those wisps of green casting shadows on stories bright and wry
Sometimes abreast with the winds, sometimes with a happy child,
My thoughts flow on like autumn leaves, some profound and others wild
There is swiftness even in my stillness and the bliss has calmly flared
With thoughts as clear as the sky above and moments that were shared.
-michael james
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