The falling leaves spin round and round,
They glide below and touch the ground,
In these shades of orange and red...
CRUNCH!
They're stepped on.
Flattened.
Dead.
Carried off on a forgotten sole,
The beauty of it's last decent,
Disappears as the beauty of your soul,
Gorgeous.
Beautiful.
Heaven sent.
Trodden into some vast puddle,
The leaf is drooping, sodden, wet,
Just as my mind became a muddle,
Dazed.
Confused.
Yet loving - set.
As time goes by the leaf decomposes,
It's mere existence moves from life,
Like the decomposition of our love,
Vanished.
'Puff'.
Role on the strife!
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