The last leaves of autumn
Descend.
The world mourns its loss.
There is nothing
Until it is cut through by dancing
White petals,
Floating down
To touch the earth.
A blanket unfolds.
All is calm.
All is quiet.
Wrapped in a dream
Until reborn.
The last leaves of autumn
Descend.
The world mourns its loss.
There is nothing
Until it is cut through by dancing
White petals,
Floating down
To touch the earth.
A blanket unfolds.
All is calm.
All is quiet.
Wrapped in a dream
Until reborn.
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