written on September 25, 2025
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Gentle mist falls, breathless as the heaviest rain Melting through my struggles, the darkness and pain While I can never imagine what it is for the leaf Who falls quietly to the earth in its trembling grief Coloring the heart of autumn winds with spiritual notes Blowing like the crisp, cool leaves who ride the winds coats
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