Leaves scattered all over life's stage, once so
colorful and vibrant, now lying in death's cold
embrace.
Life now drained and passed beyond the stars it
once looked upon as they hung beautifully in
branches of trees, through all types of weather
and storms.
Nothing left now, even memories are spent and
left only in people's minds of what they think
leaves might have once thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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