Fall Leaves

Leaves twist and turn,
in the wind,
as if they know,
the end is neer.
Changing colors,
changing shades,
as if there sick to there stomachs.
Days pass,
a few leaves,
still hang.
Dreading the time,
that they have to fall.
A few fall,
floating in the breeze.
There end has come,
know they done.

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