A shaking leaf on a bending bow flutters in winds that plough the field of sky
It trembles and quakes with each gust that makes it want to fly
It clings with umbilical stem bound to the hem of mother nature's womb
Color turned being spurned for new leaves to make room
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: May 12th, 2026 04:36
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Comments2
beautifully imemrsive. great write
Thank you so much Abdullah your words mean a great deal
good write my friend
Thank you Norman for the read and comment it is appreciated
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