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Fall onto ground
To become a part of it

Last sand grains are flowing out
But there is no will
And no strength is left for them to slow
My time expires
But no reasons to keep on are seen

I'll stop resisting and go with autumn leaves
Let the wind pick up and carry away the memory of me
Whirling in chaotic maelstrom
Of yellow and brown tones
Preparing to descend onto the ground
To become a part of it

My struggle was senseless
As everything on life-long chasing slipped off
I ran, I stretched my hands to grab
But every time fingers gripped emptiness

My soil is exhausted
Roots no longer feed the crown
In feeble expectation
The last sand grains are flowing

I'll wither and go with autumn leaves
Nothing that kept me alive remains.
Whirling in chaotic maelstrom
Of yellow and brown tones
Preparing to descend onto the ground
To become a part of it

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