Brownish yellow leaves
Underneath my feet
Said something familiar.
A falling leaf
Disturbed
My own solitary evening.
I entered my past.
Once, crushing
The helpless leaves
A voice said,
"Ah! My innocent murderer".
The chilly breeze
Embraced me
A tear fell and froze
I left my past.
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