## P08 Leaf

Today, it's windy.  
I see a leaf on the tree,  
detaching from the branch,  
flying over the fence.  
She's looking at a new world,  
floating in the wind,  
trying not to fall to the ground,  
where all her sisters has died.  
Sometimes, I dream of flying,  
riding the wind as it's rising,  
looking at trees and mountain,  
trying not to be human.  
A leaf as a life,  
a life as a leaf, 
to leave my life,  
which seems so strife.  

2Dɛ  

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