A withered leaf,
Falling from its foothold,
Swirls in time,
Contemplating the moments he swayed,
And stayed on a high branch,
Feeling the wind blowing on it's face,
Yet now the moment has ended,
As it's face hit the ground when it landed.

Tear
Gas
Has
No
Use
When
People
Are
Already
Crying

I know of a man who sells flowers-
cut with a sharp knife
they do not live too long, after that.

You
Cannot
Take
Away
The
Rights
Of
Those
Who
Have
Nothing
Left

Blanket on ; too hot.
         Blanket off; too cold.
One foot in ; too fast
          One foot out ; too slow.
One caring word; too less.
          One mean insult; too much.
One huge sky; too much blue
           One huge heartbreak ; too less you.
One chance to move on ; too slow to do.
           One chance to stay; too much for you.