Henrique Mirahy

30/08/1999 Governador Valadares
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The life of a falling leaf

I fall from the sky,
A single leaf blowing with the wind,
I am an aray of autumn, dyed orange, red and brown.
I have no feet to have found,
The wind is my home until i reach the ground.
I am closer to death and yet,
More alive than a thousand green leaves that are bound.
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