Leaves (by Lemongrass)

leaves
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By Anonymous

Leaves of autumn fly low,
With the wind that blows on the pavements;
Nobody knows where they go,
By the evening twilight,
They fly away …

And when summer comes.

Leaves of spring bloom out,
From twigs and branches anew;
At the tips, lush green
They shine bright in the sunlight,
And nod their dainty heads too.

Then one day they grow old,
Mellowed and brown.. they go cold;
And they hang from the boughs,
Silent and morose …

Glistening with the dew that falls,
Enshrouded within the darkness,
Waiting on a windless night..
To fall off unawares.

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