A single piece of paper
Flutters in the wind, going
This way
And that
Without end.
Bound,
The leaves still are pushed
This way
And that,
But the weight holds them in place.
A home
Can keep pieces together.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
A single piece of paper
Flutters in the wind, going
This way
And that
Without end.
Bound,
The leaves still are pushed
This way
And that,
But the weight holds them in place.
A home
Can keep pieces together.
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