In the Fall (Dead Leaves)

They fall one by one

Just like, perhaps, anyone

And they fall to the ground

We put them in a mound

In the streets they gather

Only to put your shoe over

And we hear it crumple

When the sun's ray is ample

Leaves are from different trees

They falter easily with a breeze

Indeed, aggregate and shuffled

A bright summer's day's dappled

Winter's coming to lose them all,

Our only hope, fades in the Fall.

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