Twice Fallen Leaves
How many leaves?
Ah, you can’t count because it’s burning hot
Vermilion Red Hands
One on top another
Seem to transform into
A perfect synthetic persona
Their burning desire is to color
The whole world
With true red
Sadly, their nerve fibers
Cannot connect with each other
Oh, God
I watch them tremble in this hopeless struggle
I took a ride on my bike
Holding them on the front basket
Pedaled hard, at full speed, so that
All winds will toss them,
Scramble them
Shuffle them
Here, the top of a cliff
This is the farthest I can come
Where the reds slide from my palms
At the end of the world
Blown by the last and strongest
Gust of the wind
Each red leaf was then dancing
Down to the deepest blue of the ocean
I felt they wanted me to say
Good-bye
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