Leaves fall
in autumn
but the sight in front of me
isn't happening in autumn
it is winter
cold wind accompanies all beings
there is no sun
to warm us
or apparently
no leaves that stay on trees
instead
they're falling
freely
not one by one
but all at once
it isn't your place
I tell them
it isn't yours too
they say
but you are falling
aren't you
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Behind These Eyes (Poetry)
PoesíaI've heard them saying you can see it all in the eyes but there are some things that can't be seen in their shine these are the thoughts hiding behind these eyes.
