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Woke up from a dream, Where I was a leaf, Being passed up an ever growing tree. From stem to stem, branch to branch, I was passed along up the tree.   And as I, this leaf ascended, being pushed along by the tree itself, everyone I loved so much, sat on branches, leaning against the trunk like Huckleberry Finn might, if he were resting in a tree.   And as I'd pass them, they'd look at me so lovingly, Hold a hand out as if to catch me, But no one ever actually caught and held me, the leaf, forever being pushed along up the tree. Until I the leaf, neared the top of the tree. And I as an old man sat in the very top branches. Surrounded by everyone I loved.   Crying so painfully.   Reaching out to me, the leaf.   Wanting to hold me just once... Until I passed my old man self too...   And left the tree on a breeze.   Never to see them again.
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 7:55 PM UTC
A Life Out Of Touch
Woke up from a dream, Where I was a leaf, Being passed up an ever growing tree. From stem to stem, branch to branch, I was passed along up the tree.   And as I, this leaf ascended, being pushed along by the tree itself, everyone I loved so much, sat on branches, leaning against the trunk like Huckleberry Finn might, if he were resting in a tree.   And as I'd pass them, they'd look at me so lovingly, Hold a hand out as if to catch me, But no one ever actually caught and held me, the leaf, forever being pushed along up the tree. Until I the leaf, neared the top of the tree. And I as an old man sat in the very top branches. Surrounded by everyone I loved.   Crying so painfully.   Reaching out to me, the leaf.   Wanting to hold me just once... Until I passed my old man self too...   And left the tree on a breeze.   Never to see them again.
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 7:55 PM UTC
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