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I HAD A DREAM THE OTHER DAY.ONE OF THOSE DAYS

IN WHICH THE EARTH SEEMED TO CRY OUT LOUD.

I WALKED DOWN THE STREETS AND LOOKED AROUND FOR A FACE I KNEW

STRANGE IT SEEMED THERE WAS NOTHING TO SEE FOR MILES



I WALKED AND WALKED BUT THE SCENES NEVER CHANGED

DUST BOWLS SEEMED TO GATHER ALL AROUND ME,

IN THE CORNER OF A DESERTED STREET,I PAUSED TO REST.

THERE IN THE ANVILS OF A TREE I SAW A FACE.



HARD LINES CREASED HIS FOREHEAD.

HIS EYES SEEMED TO DULL WITH THE TIME OF DAY.

LIPS PARCHED,WITH A QUIVERING BROW HE NODDED IN UNDERSTANDING,

YET THE EYES SEEMED TO GLOW WITH AN UNNATURAL LIGHT.



I ASKED WHAT HE DID ON SUCH A DAY IN THIS HEAT.

SOUL SEARCHING,HE REPLIED IN A DEMEANOUR UNBECOMING.

WHAT HAVE YOU FOUND I ASKED? NOTHING HE SAID

THE WORLD IS FULL OF MISERIES AND THERE IS NOTHING TO LIKE.



I HATED HIS WORDS.I KNOW NOT WHY.THE WORLD HAD A LOT OF GOOD

I REASONED,BUT IT SEEMED TRUE.WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN TO I ASKED?

TO THE SOULS OF THE LIVING AROUND ME, I COULDNT GET THROUGH.

THE BARRIERS THEY BUILT WERE TOO STRONG TO CROSS.



I HAVE SEEN A LOT OF WONDERMENT AND A LOT GOOD

I REASONED AGAIN, ARROGANT PHILOSOPHER I THOUGHT.

THE CREASED LINES SUGGESTED HE UNDERSTOOD WHAT WENT THROUGH ME.

HE STOPPED AS IF FOR BREATH,BUT THE WORDS THAT HE SPOKE CAME UNLABOURED



IT PAINED ME TO THINK ABOUT HIM AND HIS THOUGHTS.

WHAT DO YOU THINK IS WRONG I ASKED AGAIN.

I WISH I KNEW,HE STATED MATTER OF FACTLY.I AGREED

THE WORLD IS TOO FULL OF THE GENERIC.THE INDIVIDUAL SEEMS LOST



THE BRIDGES THAT PASSED BELOW ME HAVE NOW OVERFLOWN

HE STATED HE NEEDED TO TRAVEL.HE COULDNT GIVE UP.

AND THEN HE STOOPED TO PICK UP A LEAF- A DEAD ONE.

AND TOLD ME IN HALTING WORDS,WITH PASSION.



WE ARE LIKE THIS LEAF HE STATED,BROKEN WRINKLED AND WASTED

NOBODY LOOKS UPON THINGS ANYMORE AND ANYTIME IN THE WIND

IF THERE IS ANYTHING THAT IS BROKEN FROM THE TREES

IT IS THE OLD DEAD LEAF.NO LONGER STRONG ANYMORE.



WONDERED WHAT IT FEELS TO BE NO LONGER WANTED

TO BE KNOWN AS A STORY LONG READ AND FORGOTTEN.

AND THEN THERE WAS A VERY STRONG GUST OF WIND THAT BLEW.

THE SANDS OF TMIE SEEMED TO BUR MY VISION



I GROPED IN THE STORM FOR THE SUOND OF THE VOICE THAT CAME FROM WITHIN.

AND THEN FROM MY OPEN WINDOW THERE BLEW A GUST OF WIND

AND A DEAD LEAF BLEW IN THROUGH.I FELT IT CARESS MY SKIN AND SUDDENLY

REALITY STRUCK,I FELT THE COLD IN MY HEART GROW AND WANTED WARMTH.

I STUCK TO THE OLD LEAF AND FELT WARM IN THE EXPERIENCE