Leaves of Dwindor.

A leaf stood and left all dead leaves, then it ran with the wind. . .

and sang,

lets do the north where the air bleeds,

if not then, south so we can yearn all of my needs,

well if you wanna go east, why not,

i dunnwanna go west,

men lives there.

They will crush me as soon their foot welcomes me.

When can men ever trust, when they can’t even respect us leaves.


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