The smell of Universe -
It musty odor
Of autumn leaves,
That, in the wake of fall,
Left branches of their trees
And flew in order
To meet the Mother Earth
To dye and to return.
We follow their path
In fall of our lives
We are compelled to leave
We are compelled to die.
Sept. 1995
The Smell of Universe
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