Somedays the wind lifts me up, like a leaf on the ground.
A second breath of air.
A second chance at fleeting life.
Floating on the wind,
I see the light behind the clouds.
I see the fading colors of the day.
I see life passing me by...too quickly this time.
Slowly, I fall back to the ground. The wind dissipates, and I witness my surroundings. No more light.No more wind.No more breath.
Just the cold hand of winter grasping at my chest. I gasp for air...where there is none.
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