She was a memory tree,
molting leaves of the past
and willing them into ash.
sometimes she held onto a few green leaves
but only to remind herself why they too
must fall
and
wither
and
die
and tumble to the ground
to become the seeds of her next journey.
molting leaves of the past
and willing them into ash.
sometimes she held onto a few green leaves
but only to remind herself why they too
must fall
and
wither
and
die
and tumble to the ground
to become the seeds of her next journey.
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