Seventy nine
Leaves fall
in autumn
but the sight in front of me
isn't happening in autumn
it is winter
cold wind accompanies all beings
there is no sun
to warm us
or apparently
no leaves that stay on trees
instead
they're falling
freely
not one by one
but all at once
it isn't your place
I tell them
it isn't yours too
they say
but you are falling
aren't you
-E
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