ARE WE REAL

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    ARE WE REAL

    Walking deep in the meadows of creepy crawling disaster field

    : i begun to carry a conversation with an enmouse leaf

    shadowed by a tree in the twilight

    : of course the leaf was responseless

    to my critisizim

    : although i sence laughter deep in the veins of this leaf

    : i feel it understands my insainity

    : as well as i feel the leafy life could be insaine as well

    : if there was only a way we could communicate

    : "some kind of life leaf!!"

    : "that you understand me"

    : it seems to me that we live very similer lives

    : i know that you are in there

    : come on out....

    : how would you feel if someone

    : or something or even me

    : plucked you from that twig

    : that you are so comfotably attached to?

    : i see that there are others of your kind

    : in this community although

    : it is obious that you are still alone

    : Dont feel bad

    : friend

    : i am alone as well

    : i am talking to you!!!

    : you just hang around all day

    : and dont think that i didnt see you dancing in the breeze earlier

    : if you wont or cant respond

    : then why do they say you are alive?????

    : answer me!!!!

    : why!!

    : what is your life really like

    : huh

    : it appears my friend that it is time for me to go and be alone

    : i am very tired now

    : i shall return tomarrow

    : think about me, as well as have answers when i return

    : ok?

    : prove to me

    : THAT WE ARE ALIVE.!!!

    : Gary Edgington

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    myhellismyself commented on ARE WE REAL

    10-09-2018

    that in my opinion was intensley deep. im not sure ive ever become that angered when i have encountered my friends of the great out doors however i very well may be wrong, i just do know how you feel when at times you just feel like a dwindling leaf that hangs from a tree and JUST EXSIST only waiting for time to take it to its final resting place!!!

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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