Leaves, gently slowly they fall,
The length so clear, it certainly touches the dust.
Look…!
Contagious shape,
Its lifeless dryness
Look at the drift.
Like an impatient lover’s kiss
That falls closer to the lady’s cheek.
So low and dull the voice,
Like the derail that fell,
On the lady’s nape
Look, an ever gracious fall…!
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