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Mar 2016
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.
Niel John Ortizo
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