The Monologue of a leaf

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The monologue of a leaf, By George

I am one leaf
In autumn.
Hanging on wet branches is
Harder and harder to do

The cold wind reminds me of early spring
It’s not the same though:
The best of days is dark, and smell:
They say of snow…
Hmm, what snow is, I wouldn’t know,
I’m just a leaf, I come and go…”With the seasons”, I hear them say.
I heard some talk of places far away,
Where trees are painted white…I wouldn’t know,
I’m just a leaf, I come and go…

I know that I could use some warmth, now…
But on the wind
To go I have… To go.

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