Where do the leaves go?

They fall

They float to the ground

They break apart





Where does the time go?

I don’t know.

The rain

is my baptism

on a cold


day, that looks like night

while the sun shines through

storm clouds

onto falling leaves

as they glow

in the dark

like lost souls,

carried by the wind

to a different place.


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