The Death of a Leaf

October 1, 2012
Floating through the wind as swift as can be
Traveling through the air ever so softly
I watch as it falls to the ground
I listen but it never makes a sound
I see its colors gold, red, and brown
They fall everywhere all over the town
Never have I seen such a beautiful death
But the death of a leave right under my breath

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