Burnt Leaves
"Burnt Leaves"
We all start as something; leaves on a tree
High above
Like some, we see more; higher than most
And yet unable to see the end
As we fall, what will hurt
And the falling never did, only the knowing
The knowing of the how, and the why
Will we be saved; collected, preserved
Or will we fall, and burn, and end
We all start as something; leaves on a tree
…high above
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Burnt Leaves
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