I watched a leaf release its breath,
A golden sigh upon the air.
It tumbled softly into death,
A quiet dance without despair.
The wind, a gentle funeral song,
Caressed it with a lover’s grace.
It drifted, weightless, swept along,
No bitterness upon its face.
I thought of all I’ve had to leave,
The hands, the homes, the hollow years.
I thought of how we...
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