Dirty Bright Leaves
There are leaves on the ground
They’re red and brown and yellow and orange
There are clouds in the sky
They’re heavy and grey and spell sadness
It’s windy outside, and those on the street
are being buffeted from side to side
And somehow, in the midst of all this
grey and dirty, bright leaves
There’s a girl sitting on a damp wooden
Bench, smiling as if she’d never
Been happier, sipping at a paper cup
And there’s a boy strolling down the
Street, unbothered by the cold
Wind, headphones on his head
And as the rain starts to fall and
People start scrambling for
Cover
The girl starts laughing, and puts down
Her drink to dance in the
Falling rain
And the boy pauses to look up and
Smile quietly to himself before continuing on his way
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