The leafs

Los Molinos | Fernando Pacheco-Bellas

Those leafs are falling off the trees
Those leafs are coming to meet
Those leafs so uncertain to live
Those  leafs are moving to the sea

That love so rapidly was gone
That love didn’t want it to be
That love so deep and strong
That love would never be

Those leafs had to pass anyway
Those leafs grew up within a day
Those leafs would never be the same
Those leafs are finally waiting for the rain

… to those real and hidden to love