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Dearly Departed
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My Artform: Finshed We will fade, but wont it be such a seen. As the leaf settle on the ground, from its weightless fall, thinking how life easy after all, it is ready to go, but not quite, life still clings on. Which ever goes first, the other will follow. The time apart will not hollow, As one walks the other will be watching. It will be such a scene, i imagine rays of sunlight, dotting forest green.
