leaf

a sense of discardment
from spirit
from love
from a tree

cling to it the wind
that I may move round
with what moves the flowers

 

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2 Responses to leaf

  1. D. Olvera says:

    It kind of made me sad, almost cold. But secure.

    I dig it man.

    Like

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