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Tale of Dry leaf

The dried leaf had a tale to narrate,

A tale of sacrifice!

A tale of change!

The soft wind created a rhythm,

Paths left trails of failure

Seasons came and went,

Green leaves emerged again.

With lots of pride, it twirled in rain!

“I can never fall” – it said once

Dry leaf silently smiled.

There came a day,

Greens turned to browns,

Alas! It fell down!

Pride was crumpled,

And grief was surrounded.

A tale begun yet again!

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