
she once plucked the perfect leaf, a perfected green against mellowed colors of peace,
she had but a flourishing life once, now she stands against the sky,
waiting for the moment when she is absolved into the oneness of its magnificent ether.
what lies before, who can but say,
what has been has taken away, peace and joy, and comfort, now only strive stands in the way.
-shobana-
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