I fell...
out of the family tree
that granted me
breath
quiet...
on my own
soft, untouched
no acquaintance to urge
that vital breeze of autumn
will come
while
the beauty of my dreams
soared
a colorful silence
the silence
that I
took shelter in
I yearn for the life
which I believe
may believe in me
because
I am the leaf
that no one sees
flying, drifting
riding
your touch
riding...
your touch
into eternity
I am a leaf
Robert Anderson
“For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?”
~Kahlil Gibran
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Word Scramble Fun: Unscramble the following word. The first letter is given as a hint. The answer will be revealed tomorrow.
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Yesterday's word was: PUNCTILIOUS
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