staring at the leaves
clapping back at me
in the breeze
we talk for hours
me, the trees and the flowers
all covered in dew and whipped by the wind
you can't rescind your promises to the rest of the world
there
the smallest idea
tossed to the sea of chance
but it will learn to dance
anyway
there
the biggest problem
could be gone by tomorrow
nobody knows
like a light going off
like a match
extinguished.
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