I saw a fragile leaf
Jumped off a high cliff
Though death is what it fears
It should be done to cut-off it's tears
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A leaf that falls...from the high cliff..to the rushing river below..So soft, so slow, yet so complete..A process that rarely makes sound..if ever it does, a whisper...Though leaves may simply fall from trees to the ground, this one chose another path.. Nice poem, keep writing! ^_^
be thankful that the leaf has ended its misery.. no more pains and suffering.. only peace and calmness... for the rest of eternity..