We are autumn leaves
When our time comes
We die
We fall from life
Our branch
Our children then grow
In our place
knowing one day
they will
be in the wind
thrown to the ground
When time permitts
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100 poems on 100 random things
PoetryI tried to do it in 100 days. It didn't work. Please read it still! Eventually I'll get to 100. Maybe...
