Fall to the ground, 

Fall to the ground, 

my falling leaves 

and branches that home you.

You were once pretty things

floating above the earth

in your vibrant green.

Yet devils and demons have had their way 

with my love. 

And as the seasons change, 

my pretty leaves fall to the ground, 

leaving my poor heart empty, 

leaving me void.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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