At Times

A poem

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At times, light yellow leaves
cover the brown rotten
warm and enliven
gray steps of wet soles
along avenues of empty benches.

At times, upright red mushrooms
among sparse spider webs
allure and revive
absent looks of vague eyes
along curbs of empty fountains.

At times, bright brief beams
of sheer awareness
gift themselves and deviate,
at times,
from the laid down path through
mental death barracks.

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