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Little Warriors

Posted to Poetry

The leaves
have painted sunsets
on themselves again,
how lovely they look
this year,
little warriors,
in their autumn
celebration dances,
floating nonchalant,
into the icy bonfire of
no resistance,
no cowering,
just pure full throttle
headfirst falling,
into mystery,
alive all the way
to the bottom,
and then,
a little rest,
before rising again.