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The humble leaves have blown out of place.
The scene of perfection has vanished without trace.
The vision of carefree has blurred from my mind.
And now I seek for those still of my kind.
I’m trying to resist the winds of change.
While still assuming I haven’t become deranged.
I refuse to run a race of aimless cycles.
While holding on to my beloved particles.

by Tokoni O. Uti. if you’ve liked this post, please like, follow or comment. Thanks!

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