the wind carries dusty leaves as they blow
to unknown destinations
in the middle of the road,
or an empty parking lot.
the wind carries sweet melodies,
once sounded so sweet,
a poet's heart couldn't contain his joy,
but alas, seasons like in life change,
the wind carries dusty leaves,
as dead as the pulse of the melodies,
that now sound so stale.
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