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The leaf flutters in the breeze, passing by
1 by 1 they are ignored and broken remembrance of what it once was
Alone and tired they are a bore
But gathered together, a beautiful sight can be made
And tell of cooler weathers, a frigid cold, or a wetter season.
There is no end to a leaves differences and similarities,
Only an end to the ways we can see it.
A different perspective and ugly becomes beautiful
Another angle, a change has been made,
An obstacle out of the way, a changed thought,
And hate becomes love, love becomes false, and fantasy becomes reality.
- Title: The Fluttering Leaf
- Artist: Robertbp2
- Description: just a poem i wrote an... odd day.
- Date: 08/18/2008
- Tags: random
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