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We learnt from trees that letting grow and go is a natural thing to do. We admire how they shape us into a mosaic of fierce fragility, ready to fly away when time ticks. But I am disheartened. My tree had tightened her grasp to keep us from going bare into an encroaching winter storm. Now addicted to care and love, she's adorning herself -- aware or not -- with my crusted dreams rattling in the gentle spring breeze. I'm an old leaf now. I've grown by your sap. I've stood gratefully. I've even turned in my green. But I'm now straining from your grasp. It hurts, both you and me, but I want to fly. I want to go.
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Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 2:25 AM UTC
When autumn didn't come
We learnt from trees that letting grow and go is a natural thing to do. We admire how they shape us into a mosaic of fierce fragility, ready to fly away when time ticks. But I am disheartened. My tree had tightened her grasp to keep us from going bare into an encroaching winter storm. Now addicted to care and love, she's adorning herself -- aware or not -- with my crusted dreams rattling in the gentle spring breeze. I'm an old leaf now. I've grown by your sap. I've stood gratefully. I've even turned in my green. But I'm now straining from your grasp. It hurts, both you and me, but I want to fly. I want to go.
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28/M/Belgium
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 2:25 AM UTC
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