we tumble
like autumn leaves
outstretched hands
attempt to
catch us before
we hit the ground
yet we glide
around the trees
sing melodies
as the ground
grows closer
we lie in piles
of red, orange
and yellow stars
crisp blue sky
stares down
at our sighs
like autumn leaves
outstretched hands
attempt to
catch us before
we hit the ground
yet we glide
around the trees
sing melodies
as the ground
grows closer
we lie in piles
of red, orange
and yellow stars
crisp blue sky
stares down
at our sighs
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