did you see me fall
twisting, floating
graceful, not in fear
I was not yet browned and brittle
that came with time
now I sit among the pile
will I be gathered and discarded
or will I travel in the wind
to feed the earth of who I was
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Such a lovely poem Ivor of returning to the earth.💖💖
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