quiet...on my own
soft, untouched
no acquaintance to warn
that vital breeze of autumn
will come
while
the beauty of my dreams
soar
a colorful silence
the silence
that I
took shelter in
I yearn for the life
which I believe
may believe in me
because
I am the leaf
that no one sees
flying, drifting
riding
your touch
riding...
your touch
into eternity
I am a leaf

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