The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
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Everything is falling but there is someone holding up this falling. This poem is very dear to me .
.............a nice write I could envision the stars and planets...actually all of space..
Beautiful poem. There is always someone who stretches the hand to hold and protect. The hands of the Supreme Power.