#4 Like the Way a Leaf

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Like the way a leaf

Falls.

Trembling.

On the verge before its

Slow goodbye departure.

Grateful to finally rest

On this floor

Where the leaf

Kisses and kisses

From sheer delight that its fragile body

Can lay in love like this.

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