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Some write from their heart
Others bare their soul
Some write for the art
Others to feel whole
Some write to inform
Others to get a laugh
Some write as a platform
Others to land a gaff
Some write to rant and lobby
Others to find peace
Some write as a hobby
Others in search of a masterpiece

They each have merit
But with every sort of objective
They just want to share it
With us, the HP collective
If I leave
Do I go left
If leaves leave
Are there any left
I left with the leaves
I followed them right
I wanted to know where
They go
When they leave
But I got lost
The leaves left too fast
Leaves have to leave
Naked after fall
Never leave chasing leaves
Unless you know the way
Thankfully
The trees will re-leaf
New dressings in spring
What a relief
Playing with leaves 🍁 looking at our beautiful trees
 May 2020 Max Neumann
Mike Adam
Saw you-

Molten stuff from
The navel of the world-

Never cooled to earth-

Bubbled desire
Moulded to a sigh

Quaking your surface
Only to subside.

May your fluid state
Persist unstabled
As the end of day

Breathes orange
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