Falling Leaves
as written by Reba of Rivermill in her diary

Falling leaves
And then it comes back again…
It never stops
Until it comes back again…
Big explosions
Can lead to falling leaves
They lead to many rising things
And what goes up comes down
So that's when falling leaves

Falling leaves
Are things for which nobody grieves
They don't just fall
Although they surely could
No one would blame them
If that's what they did
For they are dead
But instead
They choose to glide….

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