Sitting idly
in a prison
I saw the yellow
withered-leaf fall down.
Bounced he back
and went on flying
bird- yellow bird
up in the sky.
Spiralled as if dancing
flow he over a girl and a boy
walking hand in hand
to the well destiny.
Then he saw a man
speaking out in public
revered and praised as -
the leaf bent ahead.
Passed he through
ground empty of space
a happy crowd
none none.
Wind for now was
coming to halting
Caused which the leaf
crashing.
Thunder, lights, sounds and dark.
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