A stray leaf spirals the nighttime
knocks upon the windowsill
While tiny towns all slept
Came the wandering winds' keen wail
I slip outside with a wave of winds
Walk for what felt like forever
Trail each turn the wind would take
Not to the edge of something new
But right back to the forest, I ran
And stood with the silhouette
of a tree by the light
Glow in the dark stars
Sat where I first started the night
I listen to close silence
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