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twenty-three: dead leaves

the leaves
turned orange
brown
as they fell
during autumn

a lovely
dusting
of leaves
fill the street

and I

desperately tried not to fall

like a dying leaf
clinging onto the branch of a hundred year old tree

but in the end

falling

and getting carried away

by the breeze

until

I land
somewhere

then

without a care

I gladly fell

and he was the breeze