A leaf, crimson as the dawn
Sunders itself from its branch
And drifts on a playful breeze
Its slow undulating flight
Mesmerizing me with charm
With all the pain and sorrow
I have seen over the years
This momentary beauty
This visual poetry
Provides my spirit with peace
The leaf lands amid others
In shades of orange and yellow
To form autumn's mosaic
And the ever-patient duck
Paints its bright panorama
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