Carpet of Leaves


There is nothing that i can create
that can be as etherreal as
those leaves falling off the trees
and floating in the breeze
covering up the paths and the streets

Nothing can feel the same
as when the breeze blows over me
ruffling through my clothes and tingling my brain
giving me a shiver
that only lifts my frame,
of mind.

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