is it a school of fishes
or was I a lone shark
swimming across the ocean,
being a suspect of mischief?
is it a bunch of flowers
or was I a single rose full of thorns,
where they thought I might prick someone,
even without telling a single thing?
is it a head full of hair
or am I the bald head,
empty with no hair,
feeling the shivers
where everyone thought I can't feel it.
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fallen leaves
General Fiction❝Have you ever wondered The leaves falling, Is it just me or are they falling Because of hanging too long?❞ - a book full of short stories and poetry by lemonadelobeu
