Fast Falling Star
You are not who
They say you are,
But this is no fault
Of your own.
Is that why you
Flare and disintegrate?
Are you sad and now
It’s too late?
Slow Falling Leaf
You move as if you intend
To take your doubt
To the grave.
As if, absent some proof
Of breeze, you will
Meet your end
Happily whenever you happen
To reach it.
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