A solitary leaf; survivor
on a barren winter tree.
Ignorant of death's imperative;
Life pauses as it awaits death.
Morose leaf; awash in life,
Ignorant of the wonders of fall
That winter fleece give birth to sunny spring
And a land full of dreams.
Ignorant that dusk precedes each dawn;
The dark is cosier; than
the bridge that lies yonder; as impatient
glorious dawns await its passing.
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Is there a meaning to this existence?
Que sera sera?!?
As emotions jostle to fill up my eyes;
realization awaits...
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