Falling leaves

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Afternoon crawling motionlessly  
Yellow ochre leaves being dropped by the trees  
Scattered in front of me  
The wind uses them to draw pareidolias...  
Stories of  new challenges and hope  
A mixture of  mystery, living reality and sci-fi  
Enigmatic... A strange puzzle  
The weight of the world  
Things on my mind  
Thoughts always craving what is happening...    
What is being lost, what is going to last  
I will put the mature pieces together...  
And I will let the answers rest  in the end again  
 
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