falling down,
piece by piece,
floating in the air,
descending,
down to earth,
landing,
shivering left and right,
is this the symbol of what a cooling wind blows?
in front of the colouring trees,
beside the road,
ahead of me...
Light is the texture
flying high,
the surface does not exist,
time just proves,
where leaves behind,
are leaves in colours,
changing time after time...
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Life is never fair
Especially for leaves
The tree truck stay
Flowers and fruits got admired and picked
Only leaves
They remain there
Silently
Elegantly
Adding colours to the ground and the sky
Devoting every moment of their lives
Till their time come to an end
Till they could hang on no more
Then they fall
Sadly
Involuntarily
Unnoticeably
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