Life in root

If it leaves then why do I stay
The leafs of life blossom
As I walk away from the shade

For every dead leaves into the soiled ground,there’s life.
But if it spills on cemented surface there wont be any.

Life begins when I breathe problems
Such leaves of my fingers is anew
Yet when the day leaves
My death begins

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