Leaves

Leaves fall

Like dead birds

As they touch the snow

 

Cold nights

Are filled with

Living bodies and dead souls

 

Fires burn

In the street

But no warmth can be seen

 

People talk

About lost things

Butt their words are empty

 

Leaves fall

Like tamed birds

Who have lost their wings

 

I fear

For a word

That applauds such things

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