I feel like a leaf
So small and delicate
Who once was part of something
Big and communal
To lend my gifts was my desire
To strengthen the whole
Or to just be connected
To others like me.
Now I have fallen away
Strong winds pulled me from the familiar
And now...
My skin feels cracked and dry
I am empty.
Where is my place?
Where is the road that will bring me
To the next tree...
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This is so lovely, Carla...
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