Departure 21
A leaf falls
And settles into
The fallen.
Brewing...
Through calm and storm,
Seasons steep
This tea
_that feeds the trees
___from which it came,
_____follows an infinite purpose;
More leaves fall.
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
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