Leaves shining with rays of sun alighting upon
them, gently being blown upon their branches,
and teased quietly without concern.
A misnomer being shown to all who cannot understand
the truth beneath illusions and lies.
Uncovering likely facets of yesterday's portrayals
and portraits of a vibrant past history, aged with
many years of passing fancies.
Left to themselves, wilting into depths of a lifetime
whenever thought of.
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