Falling leaves on my shoulder wide
are just the snowflakes above me,
dew not stepped upon hard
the green turned gold,
what to cherish of the color
my sight within is sealed,
steps ahead in known space
cold grounds are white nd soft,
hand reaches out to grasp the left
what air cant hold can i ever,
frontlines of charm fade
its time to close my eyes,
words imprisoned but no jail
piercing taunts agnony no more,
rewind past obliterate dawn
figure the present inside storm,
brick road is this red
to pick one is it easy,
steaming flowers just decayed
not an insect flattered leaf,
hard is to find not peace
confused was yesterday.
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