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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