May 24

“Why can’t you say these things simply?”
asked a wilted leaf laying on the grass
beneath what used to be her own tree.

Such are the questions of the fallen,
disconnected from growth and water
and lost from the source of all longing.

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A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

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