The Leaf ๐Ÿ

I fall from grace

Down below I seek

My destination

A dry creek

Others that fell, lie dead

We wait an eternity

For the sweet breath

of Humanity

The sun turns me crisp

I fear I will crumble

Underneath weary footsteps

Then you stagger this way and stumble

You stop, you look

Have you been seeking me too?

Your hand is warm, as you pick me

And I know I have found you

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2 Comments Add yours

    1. Abby says:

      Thank you ๐Ÿ˜Š

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