Ehm.... Im just writing this shit right now while sitting here on poetbay. It seems to come out as a story. So I'll call this one "Part I".


The brave little leafe (Part I)

Oh, but look!
freedom hangs as a leafe
on a windswept tree
ready to fall and ready to grow

"what soil is this soil?"
asks the leafe
though...
...The soil is silent

"Maybe I should fall to this soil
and see for myself"
ponders the leafe

"No! Stay here!"
says the other leafes
"If you fall you will scare us all"
"Lets just stay here where it's secure"

So the leafe stayed
for days, weeks...
But boredom was eating him up
"Am I not free to do as I wish?"
"Although I am much like all other leafes?"
"Maybe I will fall and die..."
"or maybe I will... find something new"

So it happened, one night
when all other leafes were sleeping
that our leafe, the little brave leafe
decided to fall...

End of Part I.


And Part II will come when... well.... hm, soon.




Poetry by FunkyDung
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Written on 2009-01-24 at 22:09

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