Scattered by a doubtful wind
From a mother’s embrace,
There’s the jumbled outpouring of myself

I’m the crackle of fallen leaves
For miles and miles
Strewn and diminished by a frozen gust

I litter every path
With the same pained songs of dying
I’m but noise
On the heels of passersby

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