The leaves fall to the ground as the wind rises

Blowing softly through the hollow tree.

I hold the long forgotten book in my hands.

The wind is cold,

Biting my bare fingers as I grip the bindings.

The pages flutter,

Stopping suddenly though the wind still blows.

The words jump from the page to my mouth,

Rolling off my tongue in a violent wave.

These words of peace once forgotten

Now fill the earth once more.

Sing oh! swallow before you fly away.

And for once let us listen in peace

As the leaves fall to the ground.

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