the dry leaf ....
fallen from a tree..
swirls with the wind ...
searching for a bough to live ...
knowing that it can never win ..
after the arm's has shredded out..
falling beneath the loam alone ...
moves for a different behest ....
twinkling towards the tree...
says goodbye to the bygone days...
accepting the bestowal of conifer....
moves ahead with the characters of brood.... to say I am.. I was and I will
I rise from a cloak to fly like moth....
I am.... I was and I will...
🙏🏻💗🙏🏻



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