Empty

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It is winter time.
Nothing on the trees but snow.
The emptiness fill the spaces.

Looking at it makes you feel plain.
Wanting to stop looking,
but you can’t.

All of the leaves gone.
You wonder where they all go.
Digging deeper into the snow, but no leaves.


Confusion starts to clutter in your brain.
Why do they disappear?
Where do they go?

Exploring into the emptiness,
You get lost.
Finding your way back
You listen.

There is a noise.
Look around and you see leaves.
They were never lost.
They never disappeared.
It was just your imagination.





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