maybe the dancing leaves
want to talk,
i listen,
a rustle , the wind
is strong, but i hear
maybe they are happy,
free whirling for
a little time,
telling me goodbye
i turn around,
there is the night,
filled with mist and
a sweet scent of decay
a dog barks
and i walk
away,
never too far,
never too near
the dancing leaves,
maybe they called me
to follow.
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