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Sep 2019
They leave like leaves.
They leave from naked trees scattering their colours to the winds; in search, in death, in life, and the stronger the winds blow them away the more wary of their nakedness they become, but somehow the winds carry them back & the trees turn onto new leaves.
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Enas  F
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