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There is a leaf
lying on my floor
I sit here staring
And wonder, shall I get my vacuum
But a question
My mind presumes to ask
Could this be good fortune
A simple riddle to unmask
From sower to tree
A full life it seems
This leaf I see
May just have chosen me
Ludicrous! You say
How can this be
But silently I think
It just might be
Years have come and gone
And its branch did grow
And as time passed
The end drew near
Find a final resting place
The leaf must have thought
A humble heart, a warm abode
A simple place to rot
Some young man
Who would sit and wonder
Why I have come
To disrupt his day
Or maybe an older traveler
He’ll know too much about me…
I wonder
Does this leaf see
How much I wonder
Yet still as I ponder
There is a leaf
Lying on my floor
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Samuel
I'm 26 years old.
And this is my creed.
My voice is a tool in destiny's toolbox.
My words are the ammo of providence's slingshot.
My thoughts are the paths in fate's journey,
My intentions projections of success divine.
I write because I choose to speak
of the things the cause the world to spin.
I write because I can
and i believe my words will someday make an impact.
I'm not an agent of change as some many conclude or think.
I'm just the wind that blows and spreads the forest fire.
Join me and together we can walk to destiny's dream.
Love to all
I'm not a poet
I'm just me
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