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DISILLUSIONED
May 7, 2020
Early Poems - Journals Book No. 1 on CD
Once I thought I could jump onto the petals
of an apple tree,
But found out they were as light as air.
Once I thought all leaves were lovely,
and never saw the scars.
Today she offered a helping hand
To hope that it may be filled with praise.
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