The years of my life are branches upon a tree
A finite fractal
Autumn leaves blow away
Like a poignant farewell, an absentminded daydream
Like ladies in curtsies
I burst into flight with them, wingless
Am I wafting away on a cocoa breeze?

Leaves sprout.
They explore the sorrowful vicinity
With innocence

Blooms emerge
A spectrum wider than a rainbow thread
Woven through a whispering waterfall

Flowers wilt, leaving behind a wavering echo
Somehow, I can only be certain of the former.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)