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The whispers float to mine ear.
So that they may make sense, to someone.
Not me.
Mine hear lies,
they don\'t listen to them
So I walk this road alone again.
It seems to be my destiny,
alone,
unabated,
unabashed,
I AM ME
walking down the willow framed road of my life,
Shuffling the wet leaves with my feet as I go.
Seeing yellow everywhere, and smelling
the death of the leaves.
My eye peeks to the road ahead,
and I see nothing but light.

So I smile, take comfort, and look back at my feet
shuffling the wet leaves with my feet as I go.

The broken colonial stone walls
long ago used to dictate their declarations,
THIS IS MINE
They too line the sides, with the yellow leaves,
the wet and dry ones.
The ones barely hanging onto the last bit of life
from the tree.
I say to them, \"Let go leaf! For it is your destiny.
You are destined to grow, live, die, fall,
and be fodder for my feet as I shuffle them through the death.
One gave in, and fell on my face.
The leaf asked \"are you an angel,
and was this heaven?\"
\"yes, and no... this is here.\"
Saddened the leaf wondered why
there is no leaf heaven.
\"I can bring you back to your happiest, little one.
When you were but a promise of life, is this what you wish?\"
\"yes\"
So I put the leaf in my pocket and held it warm to my hand.
And I, the God of the Leaves, shuffled my feet
through its\' brothers and sisters. Tearing and destroying as I went.
To the end of the road of which I cannot see, but a light of.
And I smile and take comfort. Because Karma will take care to note,
that I saved this leaf\'s soul from the damnation of a life on the road.



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