Saw us
Driving on asphalt
-I saw us.
We, friends of old times
-had fallen on our sides.
We were dead and breeze
-was busy blowing.
Our bodies steered, rolled
-between lanes of the road.
I saw us in the leaves
-those fallen and falling.
Colourful were they but,
-our corpses were faded.
Old man is colourless!
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