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skernblogFebruary 18, 2016. The trees dance to the song of the wind. With an emphasis on a moment never to return again. A lonesome leaf descends a tired, twirling, float to the ground,. As the wind breathes life once more. To toss it all around. And gliding along the sky,. Is the ephemeral beauty. Of a leafs attempt to fly. Upon a branch with time it grew,. Washed by rain with color renewed. Among the rest with no obvious difference;. To the average eye,. There is no interest. Until one day, the stem grew weak,.
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