Wrote in a flight of leaving, walked among concreted leaves that didn't move.... And saw people coming and going from mountains where trees of Life stay young. I thought I saw a visitor, but I could have imagined Him; because of . . . a reason I could not understand. So, I shifted and to a Fall into poetry. . . and left in the sailing flight of leaves. -MIISRAEL WINNIESPOETRY LEAVESOF OCTOBEROct2017Copyrighted.
"For though I be free from all men, yet have I made myself servant unto all, that I might gain the more." -1 Corinthians KJV
