Annynna Iistarü
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Organization / Workplace
Cabuyao, Laguna
About
I used to think
I was the leaf,
wilting
and
waving
upon the wind,
falling cold
to the ground,
cracked
and
crumbled
under the heels
of those who pass.
But I am
not
that leaf.
I
am
the
tree.