Scattered pieces of white paper, your dossier no longer neatly organized on your desk: it took you years,
years to figure it out
and your standing there,
looking at your desk, looking at the snow globe shattered, the snowman smiling as it lies with its head in a pool, like a Mexican man passed out on the gutter:
You look at the documents on the floor,
then at your desk,
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Be Leaf, Poetry by The Poet Azeem
If we only had half of the courage of leaves
there would be no fear for there would be no need
An age would be born we would truly fly free
if we had the courage of leaves
when we leave.
if we had the courage of leaves.
