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True Colour

We stand together

observing a leaf

as it floats in the pond

of life.

We watch its path

together,

and yet our eyes will

never

know the same leaf.

And isn’t

that

the true colour

of life.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. đź’•

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