Death Comes One
The leaves rustle
Tripping through my mind
Alone with my thoughts
This world that is mine
Filling my days
With the path of the wind
An ever changing pallette
Color caressing the sky's canvas
Blazing before my vision
Beauty in death
Individuality
Through mortality
We live as part
Of the entirety
Dying
Together
But death
Comes alone
As the leaves fall
One
By one.
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