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Autobiography of a Leaf
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1 min readFeb 17, 2020
Tender, green, and new I hang,
needing only sun and rain.
To fly becomes my whole desire.
To soar — alone — a little while.
I wish so much that I might know
the bliss that comes with letting go.
Until the snow and frozen rain
drive me to the ground again.
There to shelter, rot, and die;
become sweet earth, another time.