A million little sprinkles,
Of life lost
Floating from the heavens.
Fluttering back and forth,
Memories of what used to be.
Once beautiful.
Once vibrant.
Soon to be
Trampled over
Disregarded.
A soldier stood his guard,
Smoked his pipe,
Watched
The battle rage.
The war continue.
The leaves fall all around.
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