Untitled 1 a field, a leaf, it becomes the forest. a branch, a tree, it becomes the promise. these things you see, happen slowly. do not rush, nor flush, my hopes and dreams you'll crush. a heart, an eye. it becomes a body. a tear, a smile. it becomes a #life. these secrets i see, happen suddenly. i'll rush and i'll sigh. my hopes and dreams are dust.
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