The Rain On Monday

Written words are the only thing my mind can find ease in.


100. Leaves

So as the leaves on the trees

began to redden and brown,

my insides were swollen

and I was brought down.

They fell off in waves and

flowed into a tide,

I was just like the leaves,

for in the end we all died.

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