We started off as one…
a fluttery spinning satellite.
parted in the winds
broke away by the seasons.
These maple roots
needed a scattering,
these sugary visions
yearned to breathe.
now we rest,
our dance performed…
our whirling wings
set free
sowing tiny seeds
was our destiny.
poem by L.E. Stone
Happy Valentines Day!
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