The Leaf
I think it thought it had more time
To dangle with the swinging vine
But then the branch released its grip
And on the breeze it dived and dipped
Slicing straight through crisp atmosphere
It headed south like a soul tear
Not knowing where to next call home
Evicted from where it was sewn
Looking up towards the sun's gaze
Still blushing from past
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