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That day!

  I was going to help her She was sitting on the footpath With her daughter Her leg was broken Her face was disheveled I saw her from a distance I was in a taxi The signal was red when I saw her I decided to help her But the signal suddenly went green My

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A dry leaf.

  I was walking on the road Rough and dirty Water spilled over its texture Dry leaves of trees dancing below my shoes I was on my way to work Hearing the dumbest people talking shit Is what I call work Noises of vehicles rambling in my ears Disturbing the thoughts The sadness of seeing

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Perfect.

    Outside the window, I looked Broad roads covered with trees The trees were bent on one side They were tired of standing it seemed   The sun filtered its rays By throwing them on the leaves Leaves which were green But varying from light to dark   Some birds were sitting on the

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