Leaves of Life
I rise upon the Autumn breeze,
and let my spirit soar.
Flight is freedom. I have no cares,
for I've reached a height not reached before.
When the wind falls I float on down,
willowing in defeat.
But the wind starts blowing,
as it always does.
And this cycle I will repeat.
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