Together they’ve been

trough summer and spring

collided in endless swings

Holding on to each other

in howling storms

never before been apart.

Now it is time for the leaf

that is withered

now it is time to fly.

Soon is the day

when the tree will stand lonely,

the leaf is gone to the ground.

Lotta Wanner

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