Wet leaves on the ground
breathe in the air
It takes you way back
---but another year passed
Cold air in the trees
wind to the face
Its not the way I remember
---but it comes every year
Everything dies, falls
into the ground
mends together slowly
---but what of it next year?
Everything comes back
from that ground
it has every year
---but will I be there?
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