Wednesday, 18 May 2016
The twig danced,
to the melodies of the wind,
undressed, dropped its leaves,
down to the ground,
gave itself all up,
all for believing in the bound,
The wind fled,
the twig broke, it was clowned.
at May 18, 2016
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