I fall into your eyes
watching
the leaves brush past
this tiny window, in this
closeted room
on the fourth floor of an
infamous lane.
I find comfort in this change
of scenery.
From leaves, armed
and fallen to dust.
You must have fallen from the
edge
of reality, like sun rays on
my skin?
Thank you WriteTribe and Vidya for the prompt!
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