Walking Among Leaves
Dry leaves ruffle together
like voices over a waterfall.
In this coolness of night are echoes
that drift ever so quiet on a breeze,
Into sleep and the solitude of dreaming.
A single thought, a breath, a tear...
Sounds of silence often fall
like a mist out of a burnt sky,
Into a world where people
are like dry leaves,
Ruffling together in the wind.
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