The bright stars shine hello to me as I walk down the empty street with only my thoughts to guide me.
The wet grass gently dances with the wind as I pass.
But when I try to join, it stops.
The streetlight shines brighter than the stars, calling me take the spotlight.
But when I get near, it turns off.
The trees wave at me as I walk pass, the leaves chattering with each other for anyone to hear.
But when I wave back, it stops.
Is this just in my head? Or is this real?
It's almost impossible for me to tell the difference anymore.
Tears gently tickling down my face, I watch a orange leaf fall off the tree and slowly fall. It lands in the middle of the street.
Just then I see two lights in the distance and walk to the sidewalk.
But the leaf didn't follow me.
I watch, unmoving, as the leaf gets demolished under the truck's tires.
No fight was made.
I walk over and kneel by the leaf. Seeing how it's now in pieces, flat against the street, I think back to the streetlight, the grass, and the trees and ask myself,
Why did I move?
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Flower Poetry
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