Leaves float,
Slowly accepting the ground,
Becoming part of the unknown,
Without a doubt.
Away from their home,
they wither away.
They are part of life,
and that happens everyday.
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Guys I'm the worst. I left you for how many months I can't even say! I have so much work, school and everything! Now I promise...you know what? I will take an oath.
I, Mansi the Demigod, swear to the almighty Lord himself to post a story or poem every Monday without fault.
Your Happy Duckling,
Mansi the Demigod
