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Jean Oct 2019
leaves descend from its tree.

from the branches they had been stuck with, they are now free.

they may be blown away by the breeze,

but never the memories of their rustles in the trees.
all are always remembered
Jean Oct 2019
adventures I will make
make myself proud and great
great moments I shall face
face of mine shall be in grace

— The End —