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Oct 2019
It's dark
It's cold
It's smells like death
Dirt I suppose
And here I lay
Curious as can be , to venture forth
It Looks like my destiny
A light shines and I break this seed
But now im old
My energy depletes
Ah but I see
The last thing I see...
It's green...

Now the leaf to the branch to the
Rest of the tree..
The question here now is
Does the top leaf who shines and
See all that can be seen..

Does he or she remembers
That it started from me..
I mean seed?
Give it a shot I guess
Written by
W  27/M/Vancouver
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