a different kind of fall

few leaves crunch,

when my feet push their way.

rainbows in rows

and a sweet springtime smell.

pull on the roots,

so the moment is yours

but like the hidden sun,

too these colors will fade.

strong bones carry weakened hearts

and birds only sing to one another.

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